from the facebook lover:
today i whisper your name in beatitudes
like tagore's gitanjali
a hand-cupped of songs
for a vast ocean of being
held secretly yet wantonly
in the heart of a poetess-friend
enthralled in the eternal divinity of your spell.
today i will raise your name in a poem
plummeting in the open sky
beyond the ever, ever lands of immortals
i know not in any place
except the rendezvous between page and pen
to curve a monument of words in the heart
for the man who has more than line or verse
especially on his birthday today
you write well, mi dulce amiga. no wonder they fall for you and one even could not resist you and you surrendered the innocence of your womanhood.
there was no chance for us to meet years ago. had we, probably another story. but you were, still are, on the other side of the mountain, and in an island. haha.
another story? suffice is the name.
si, am in the dearly beloved country. the wintry-like weather--shade of the nasty one in california- welcomed me rudely. o the cold siberian winds! o the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak--severe colds and a case of probably trancaso.
photo: my jogging route in Winchester, along the national highway; used to do 6 miles mapan agawid. margarita denise julian, 2nd year college student at st. louis university in baguio
