Some days assume the cloak of darkest night, when the
moonless sky frowns with an ice-cold stare at the merriment of people
without a care. My soul's anguish devours their laughter. Past pain,
long buried, rises from the shallow ground, seeking life inside a room
without a view, and a door locked tight.
Some
days light up the fragrant air, when I inhale fresh Frangipani blooms,
dream of white Magnolia petals, and walk on blue Jacaranda carpets above
evergreen earth. The sun stands still, caressing every step I take,
while shadows hide from her sight. Gentle music opens the chambers of my
heart, every note dances to the rhythm of my enchanted mind.
She lives another day.