To Depart
a space has been withheld
from above it have been spelled
there made a sacrament of longing,
a promise of ever loving
moments passed by
no one gave a sigh-
they anticipate the journey
of a seed still tiny
many crave for its entity
address to it with no brevity;
numerous are speechless for this new day
this blessed vessel coming to the bay
Copyright © Jazer Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2007
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