It's been a month.

You know, I was pondering;
A person, so humanly, in all his man iniquities,
walks, no, strolls into your life
and admires the contours of your heart, like scenery in spring.
In his humanity, he sows his roses in the midst of your bougainvillea.
Then those crimson beauties become the epic, the soul of your sun, your storms, your breeze, your night, your seasons, your heaven, your very self.
Frailty leaves one night.
So in your new found turmoil you rebuilt your walls, re grow your bougainvillea,
and you create an exit sign, luminous, poignant.
In your darkness, your revive your semi beating heart.

But in the well of your wounds, weakness returns.
His face like dawn.
And wall, defences, vanish like sand to the tide.
Then there is day.
Temporal leaves yet again,
then there is night.
Then cut,
then heal.

Again & again,
Then pain,
then joy.
Then night,
then day.
Then dark,
then bright.
Then death,
then life.

And for as long as you can breathe,
your semi beating heart will dwell.



Oh, did I mention, I got my driving licence (: