mariang makiling

In winter before birds had begun returning

one mountain of romance burgeoned on yon horizon.

Approaching made for fast eyes, 

yet faster pulse ;

my ears thick with the echo

of palpitating heart clamoring within.

Thinning blood ran hot inside my warming ears.

Bliss is on that hill,

hiding in mountain breezes breathing tenderly

her pomelo decorated hair. 

Would the talipapa grace we meet in 

search of golden ginger?

How longer must I comb this place, 

the foot hills of yonder mountain?

What woundless wars must I conquer behind me

while the spirit of her beauty

flitters longing in the mortality of my being?

How the miles make my heart sick 

and hours transpire without haste;

only by the foreshadow of her divinity

do I seek solace,

the constancy to secure her love.

Forever will my mind seek her soul

regardless of dimension's divide

until I am lost on the mountain known by her name

never to be seen again by any other.

Reviews

[lost girl]

An eternity of longing, a future of loving, and once again you shall belong. Nestled deep within the mountain stroking her luxurious hair, whispering adored poetry in her ear. I am swept into the romance of forever in this mystical and enduring love letter. Your soaring in those Cherokee eyes...beginning to remember ....there is more than death to life :)

[AYVID N]

Words full of beauty and lines full of amazing images, make this a breathtaking read...

[David Scott]

This reads like a myth of cultural truth. An older version of the Shakespearian tragedies... Human nature and the grand toucher of love...
I enjoyed the write.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

didn't understand some of this..not familiar with the title either...but i just read it and felt it...and there was such longing to be felt...such incredible love.

beautiful.

[Frieda P]

An enchanting read xavier, wasn't familiar with the title, you've done this enigma justice, love the last stanza.

[Sami Khalil]

"How the miles make my heart sick
and hours transpire without haste;
only by the foreshadow of her divinity"

How beautiful and touching you write and how it all foreshadows the solace of her memory to you. You are still waiting at the foothills for her return from the summit named after her...Splendid...:)...............

[Rose of many colours]

Just as the legend says -your approach to this peace is fantastic. you taught me something of your home land i presume..

[m.s.early]

No, but thank you. I am native Virginian, USA.

[Rose of many colours]

OK, Thank you..

[Rose of many colours]

This is a mystery to want to seek such knowledge. of one so mysterious.. And love it self..Lovely piece..Color full

[Lyn Anderson]

a poem filled with longing, and rich imagery.