I wonder what you seek in those
lone wanderers you come across
as you take rounds
gazing all the way into the
dark corners of their hearts
that lit up by the brilliance of your beauty
as they reclaim, and reveal theirs
to their forgotten selves;
beauty that lasts for moments as they
lose themselves to you in
moments that’re willfully vulnerable,
and full of love they seek;
the same love they once were fortunate enough
to have received,
or have had the greater luck of finding one who could
find meaning in the love they were given.
Is that what you seek, too,
you lone wanderer?
“Who would I tell how much it hurts
watching the branches go bare
as they let go of the leaves that they
once held so dear, so tight,
and I’m to be labelled
‘The Fall, that finds its glory in the leaves falling dead.’
while, I, indeed, am among the fallen leaves that lie lifeless,
hoping they rise them from dead,
for one last time, just so I can
tell them that it was the
very breeze that once taught them to
swing, and dance, and fly;
left, and right, up, and down;
and the very tree that cared, and held them
from falling, are the ones that abandoned
and took their lives, watched them die,
threw them dead to ground,
and that I’m just a scapegoat
they are accustomed to..
year after year, every year..”`,
weeps “The Fall” into a man
walking on the yellow leaves
lying all over, beautiful even in death,
turning their graveyard underneath into a serene sight.
“Hate me not, for you only deserve to watch me tangible.
The closer you’re to hold me dear, the hazier I get.”,
says the morning cloud in its surreal despair.
“Have faith in me,
despite I hold you from finding purpose in me.”,
says the lost emotion, living inside me.
I know a pair that is truly in love.
The way they look at each other says it all.
The clumsiness in his words has its meaning to her all.
His staring at someone else never upsets her
coz nothing can stop them hold each other dear.
In the world they created, one they fought for,
she’s his queen, he’s her king, their love the reign.
They are newly wed now.
And I know they’re happy,
more than they have ever been.
Because they’re truly in love,
and love makes life happy.
I look around, and there is love everywhere:
In the glittering eyes of the teen pair, her head resting on his shoulder, and I wonder is it the song on their phone they are lost in, or in the intimate touch.
In the lightest of the moment the Turkish girl threw herself into the arms of that funky dude, who held her like he would never let her down, ever.
In the kiss the tattooed lovers greeted each other with, after hell knows how long, burning the worldly necessity that kept them away right between their lips.
In the luckiest of the rings decorating the pair about to wed.
And in the moments when I’m lost,
staring at these sights like an absolute jerk,
baffled by the conundrum: “Oh dear, Will you ever find true love?“