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Poem - Promise of Light

Updated on December 23, 2015

There you are

with frustration, humming,

vibrating through your flesh.

The arrow of your melancholy

pierces my heart in vain.

If only I could take away

the pillow of tears

wanting you to sleep

with calmness.

I know that your misery

is ten times than mine,

for your world is enveloped

with empty blackness.

The wonder of trees,

the calmness of the sea,

and the white sand conquering it,

the promising sturdiness of the mountains

and the river flowing along with it;

I know you want to witness

those glimmering wonders

of this enormous blue green ball,

but you just hide the urge,

thinking that it’s futile.

I want to share the beauty

of the Earth with you,

but I can only describe

how it really goes.

The lake is still

with fishermen luring fishes.

Two kittens are playing,

snuggling each other’s neck.

Grasses show off

their deep shade of green

with the morning dews

dangling at their tip.

Birds of the vast sky

cling on the branches of the trees.

Colorful flowers face everyone,

telling all to put a genuine smile.

It’s really lovely

more than you can imagine.

My heartbeat suddenly races

with the running children.

Her smile, her smile,

the most vital thing

to keep me alive.

If only I could make it last

on that fragile face of hers.

There is a way, I know.

For the last time,

I cherish all what my eyes can witness

so that somehow,

my heart would fly with peace.

I face her, my only life in this world,

the only butterfly in my stomach,

and the only Juliet for me

if I were Romeo.

She’s beautiful but fragile,

smiling a little yet sad.

I lower my lips down to her ears,

uttering a solemn vow.

“I would bring light

and sweep you off

from the black hole

of your eyes.”

Then, I bite her lips

leading to a sweet kiss.

A week has passed

since that choice

of which I don’t regret.

How can I regret that thing

if it has put my lady

into the blanket of joyful rest?

She says she’s in bliss,

but I can hear her quiet cry.

I don’t mind swirling

in this vacuum space

if in return,

it would make her enjoy

all the things

she ought to see

now that my eyes are hers.

I don’t mind giving

my sense of sight to her,

for I only added more luster

to my light.

I may be the light for her,

but for me,

she’s my ultimate light.


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    • Sunkesner profile image

      Sunkesner 2 years ago from Philippines

      Thank you Frank and Surabhi! :)

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      Surabhi Kaura 2 years ago

      Wow! Love it!

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      Frank Atanacio 2 years ago from Shelton

      wow, this was very well penned.. awesome poetry