To a Memory of a Summer’s Ray

Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

She walked past the shadowy glasses

Reflecting the the eyes of the cloudless sky

She waited for a face that would bring her back

To a memory of a summer’s ray

To a look she met from hundreds of days

He probably must have already written on the air

That look perhaps, or surely

She doesn’t really know

She looked down to her  feet asking where to go

The familiar aroma greeted her instead

That fragrance that brings hundreds of reminiscence

That which whispers her to invite a pen, a paper and a wandering mind

To talk over cups and cups wandering thoughts

Chamomile tea sounds  appropriate for the moment

She closed her eyes as she sipped

The taste of nature right in her senses

Her eyes open with a wish to see a sign of him

The office workers chatting with fellows and some pages

She sits back

And begins to see him

in a poem.


“The Day We Never Met”

Doodles, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized

The cups of grande and stolen glances

The mental questions and conversations

What is thy name?

The aroma of surprise and the sensible jazz

Is this the last?

The smile and the looks

We want to give away

What do we say?

The silent wishes to cross ways

Delighted– the mystery and charm

This language that only we understand

In this episode about how we never met

(April 2013
Phil Plans Total Corp.
Bldg. Bonifacio Global City )

(Lady drawing inspired by one I’ve seen in a Papemelorotti bag :))