Could you feel the beat that ensues
Not flickering but races as the star?
Could you gaze at the heights ,
Horizon meets nadir by the night---
Is it the countenance that matters
No, but thy sweetness that captures!
Could you feel the strong whirlwind,
That uproots the tree and succumb---
As the ship is capsized by the waves
That's my love that evades and raves!
Could you hear the flow at the brook?
The ebbb of water so deep yet gentle
As the hyacinths dance like a breeze
That's my love; it soars without cease !
Could you fathom the trench, O'behold!
Teeming life of greens, then of magenta
Alive, exotic beauty by atolls and reefs
That's my love; stunning as the sunset!
Could you stop raging torrents of river,
Nor the waterfalls that seems unending
Nor the lake whose waves as if clinging
As I ponder all these things in my being!
The desert may dry, the rain may stop,
Your eyes may wander, feelings wane
If you come back, with open arms----
Embraces by the apex of my dreams!
All rights reserved: Cynthia Abegail Bernardo
(A WONDERFUL POEM WITH A MAGIC TOUCH; THANKS CYNTHIA)