The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.
– Marcel Proust
Laid on this road I’m on are scribbles of my thoughts unsaid
A chemistry of sudden feelings I wanna draw
On this melancholic misty glass window
My heart is nostalgic as this starless nocturnal sky.
As people swiftly walk by
Are they just merely passersby?
How do you ever learn to forget
those happy voices
of greetings and good byes?
How do you ever learn to dodge the thoughts
…and brushes of intermingling connections,
How do you ever learn the truth that these moments are gone
and perhaps the eyes shall never again witness?
How do you ever teach your soul
to feel the same way when never it will?
The faces…the smiles I wanna see again,
I wanna hear once more.
They are not the falling leaves of the autumn
Sweet thoughts never wilt
The trees, they are
that Summer gives birth
to its leaves that grow anew.
For in absence I know
The vividness of the picturesque,
the colors will come aloud
as the music of forever we will breathe
these reminiscence we share
these episodes we’ll remember
For memories are man’s priceless possession
Nothing shall fade its worth
(Trip to Bicol from Manila, May 2010)