‘neath the moon light …perplex words of concealed emotions

Her short presence and the time we spent together has created a dilemma of either senselessness or of euphoria that I never thought could find.

Ever since her arrival, I have cultivated an abstruse feeling of my wholeness. Never did the days and nights haunt me for a presence like it now does! I exasperate, divert my mind, and yet her presence…aroma never does leave me. Her shadow fails to desert me amidst the maddening crowd of individualism and of weary eyes that stare towards its journey beyond the bustling traffic.
I stare at the stars accompanied by the moon so as to give meaning of my sentiments that resembles surrealism. Suddenly her image; a crystal clear ision of fair face, small eyes, gestures, graceful movements and her smile lingers in my mind, heart and dances on my eyes…

The somber nights of loneliness and the chaos of the day is when my sentiments become an impulse. This is when I long for her graceful presence to surround me by injecting sedative anesthesia to tranquilize my adrenalin.

And yet! I constrain my emotions and stay exceptionally silent, confining my movements to careen hand gestures of friendly greetings. Could my feelings stir in the gentle wind and reach the distance we are apart? I fail to know…

My wisdom and virtues then fills me. Right away I am pulled in a catch twenty two situation of melodramatic reality. Despite of what I feel, I conceal my happiness by perplexed helplessness. Therefore, we both share familiar friendly hand gestures of greetings upon either’s arrival…

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms on. And indeed, the flower’s fragrance fills the air tonight with the aroma of her charm. This is why I confess that upon her arrival, I would not fail to suffer a thousand helplessness to conceal my emotions, just but to see her smile.

Time Instincts

Serene sounds of tranquility that I hearken on your arrival fills my heart with joy. Time mostly is cruel, but at times it is a blessing. But upon your arrival I wonder, is time really cruel? Or have we not developed instincts to read its messages encrypted in the natural signs we fail to acknowledge; which are everywhere?

Your graceful arrival has taught me an important lesson of time that I stood against for so long…patience.
Time harbors patience on us, and those who patiently wait and pass the frustrating test only gets the prize. After all, patience always repays. The repay, moreover is always sweet, and thus we long to cherish. Even if we fail to cherish for long, it still will be cherished as an euphoria that continually lingers in our memories.

INSTINCTS, we call the last sense is hard to develop. Unlike the five senses of vision, taste, touch, sound and smell, we have to cultivate it. Furthermore, it has to be nurtured; and the process is fearsome many people retreat in agony and or out of patience. That is why, I reason we falter. Consequently, we blame time to be cruel and our enemy.

I reclaim, my patient stay upon the time’s harsh test of pain, my increasing frustration of not finding someone I could relate to has finally paid off.