Inay
The sun has beautified
once again my shadow.
Underneath its fingers,
on a field where all are being made
immortals, my shadow
spreads out like scroll of time.
‘Tween the sun and the shadow stand
my thoughts, staring at the blue stone
where my breath first blushed.
With love as bright
as noonday light,
I know nothing will change, none will
ever care my heart as she did.
The sun glows as much…
and the rosy dust on my shadow
is her beautiful aura.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment