21/03/2025
To the Girl Who Loves the Sky
~ a poem dedicated to Dannica Nunez, whom I deeply loved.
I saw you in my dream.
You were resting your face
on your palms
in the attic window,
staring still at the cirrus sky
while relishing the sight of its glory.
That seems to signify
the solemn moment in your life
before destiny forced
our universes to collide.--
When we were still tied,
the calmness you saw and felt
became gloomy and dark
in some periods of our times
but in most moments it was
arousing and ecstatic
as a cold, starry night.
You and I,
against the moods of the sky.--
whether she might be enraged
and ourburst in storm
or blush in love splashing contrails
of vermillion drops at sundown,
or she might get cold and rest in gloom,
and be peaceful and calm as cerulean blue.
We both didn't care
for we were in love.
Whatever would be
the state of mind of heavens,
we expressed our feelings
the same.--
I remember
the time when we first met.
That was during the surge of Nalgae.
The heaven was enraged
of our plans to see each other,
and exasperated more she became
when strong winds and furious rains
never hindered our desire
to satiate our eyes with
the sight of our souls.
I actually melted upon seeing you.
Your beauty was without parallel
that I've adorned you with
aggrandizement and praise.
Your naturally thick eyebrows and lashes;
Your snow-white pale skin and
Your luxuriant crowning glory;
Your lips are coated with light-red tint and
Your slim-fit curves covered
with a long-sleeved black linen dress.
Those qualities you have
made you too seductive--in love.
That was just the beginning.
We then had a lot of experiences shared.
Like those nights when we were together
walking amidst the rush-hour traffic
on the busy road of Molino.
When the sky was watching over us
as we both held each other's hand, tight.
We were too afraid that she'd separate us.
For at most times when we're together,
she would pour down rain,
sometimes too heavy;
at other times in light showers.
We doubted why.--
It feels too nostalgic
reminiscing those wistful moments
when we were strolling on the streets
of Georgetown Heights
and fed our libido
on the grassy fields of Summerhills;
Also the erotic experience we had
at Lotus bazaar in Imus,
where we made out
at an empty corner.
There were no passers-by.
nobody sees us in there
except for the moon in the sky;
Our midnight walk at Maryhomes,
and the romantic hours we spent
in that abandoned roofless house--
The time when stratus
consumes the atmosphere
and only Venus remained in luster.
The thrilling breeze in that quiet place
was too or****ic that I'd been a monster;
too lecherous I became
that I devoured your bod.
I reveled in your moans and your cries
of pleasure
as I caress your spirit in those minutes
when I stole your body and soul,
with an expression of love--
unfathomable.
Those memories began to fade
as daylight began to dim
and dusk began to break.
Those sparks of nerves were
slowly being absorbed
by the approaching twilight
and when darkness comes, I knew
they will be erased from my sight.
They will all be lost
and never again
be found.--
Lots of things
I wish we can do,
again.--
I wish I can hold your hand
during a jeepney ride, while
your head lies on my shoulder.
I wish we could go out
on a date once more
on your favorite go-to restos
after your lengthy duties.
I wish I could hear it again
and soothe myself on the
mollifying music
you play in your organ.
I wish I could be with you
as we visit those magnificent
churches in Cavite and
the great Central Temple in Quezon.
I want to feel
your cuddles and kisses;
I want you here right now
so I can hug you tight
and make you feel the abysmal love
I failed to show when you're still mine.
I wish that for the last time
I can stare at your face
and admire your beauty;
let you bear in mind that
you and only you are the prettiest girl
I've known alive.
Much of a cliche, but true it is.--
For once more I shall say to you,
not even the skyscapes of Pont Neuf
nor the Starry Night of Van Gogh
will ever be the same
as the sky's magnificence in your view.
Same thing as the beauty of Monalisa
nor the virtuous Maria Clara
will always be incomparable
to a woman like you.
Albeit, there's already no hope for us.
Everything is now a memory
limned on the canvas of yesterday.
Memories that will remain
stuck in the hands of clocks--
gone and cannot be repeated
but shall remain written
in constellations of stars.
We may now be apart
but we still exist under the same sky.
With that, I can still feel your presence.
Although the universe may have
befallen our fate in love,
you will still remain inside the chambers
of my corazón.
Though now, I am but a signal trapped
In the vortex of your neurons and
a mere part of the jigsaw puzzle
of your baffling existence,
I knew I brought significance in you.
I changed you.
I healed you.
Despite we cut ties
I hope you will never forget me
and what we've been through.
Please, remember us the next time
you capture in frames the view of the sky;
When you have in sight
the presence of Luna and Sol
who have been true witnesses
of the once-enduring love we shared
when there was still
an "us".
Time will surely pass by
but the sky will never get old.
Remained painted in its fabric
is the beauty of our past--
that even though our destiny diverged
its paths in the timeline of our love;
until our hair turned grey
and the peaks and valleys in our skin
went noticeable,
both of our memories shall remain
frozen in time.
Until we return to dust
that truth stays the same.--
Our feelings may have lasted
but never forgotten
Each minute you and I shared
will be jutted down and drawn
on the empty sheets of the firmament.
So when night shifts into day and
when the weather changes,
listen to the heavens,
Our love story is being told.--
