Posted by: tsopr | May 17, 2010



In her room waits a master bed with
blanket of vision, warm and countless promises
A place where she’s been many times, sharing
the pulsating rhythm of her true self
Any moment from now, she will be
there again, to rest her thoughts full
of love. Her heart is warm in winter too

By the front porch, she sits
on a chair, rocking the silence of night
while gazing at those stars

Hoping, with her fingers crossed

She breathes the air, but
does not perceive she really is
breathing its nothingness

She hears wild cicadas, serenading
the faceless moon, while the lone
firefly whirling around, trying to entangle
its wings from the orb web of her solitude,
waiting for her supposed husband, gone to a place
where she can’t share herself and the worst thing is
the night does nothing to console her

Copyright © 2010 Ernesto Pangilinan Santiago



  1. Just an excellent poem…the view point was different than I thought it was going to be….such emotions in this.

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