It’s been a while. I’ve been quite busy with things, some of which I like, but in the process had to sacrifice other things that I also like (like writing/blogging). I stepped away from my history book and outside the door for some fresh air. The twilight weather was…wow. It’s November here in California, which means it’s getting chillier, but on rare occasions, the weather and the atmosphere is like SUMMER again! And I was so overwhelmed that I had to jot down this poem to preserve the perfection. I’m happy to say that in those long busy autumn days, my poetic muse is still alive.
My God! — the time is perfect
The time is NOW
The creamy twilight merges into
A homely conglomeration of serendipity
Earthly needs, they call me to stay
For if not, I’d just fade away
Into the raw serenity.
I sing a song of the crickets
The shy evening sky — oh, just ever-so-high!
To the one who flaunts November summers
Your warm breath frames a picture-perfect standstill
I forgot my sorrows
I forgot such things as tomorrows
There’s no WIND — just a looming, sweetly chill.
The strands of sun have tucked in, now
The air feels on my fingers — like a tender cheek
Let me lean on you, revel, BREATHE
I just don’t want to think, lest I cave
Cave to your impish cues
Yet your presence shines on in sunset hues
For you’re the one I desperately crave.
P.S: You know that picture up above? Yep, that one’s mine. I actually took it on my old ipod. And for an old ipod, I actually liked the way the picture turned out!