breath of time

 Who can tell what the time is? 

The wind, indeed, is shrilling

That it is even sensitive to ones hearing

Even for closed chamber desolation

It can be felt – the change in air.

A classical symphony

To a throbbing heart is the breeze

That by far has made its homecoming

Hence, bids goodbye by the next second.

Gathering the sands on the feet

A man bottled it up inside him -

Let the sands flow, drowning unto the depths;

Every single speck of time is collected below.

How much longer will it take?

The sun has its mood swings, too,

Picking on the leaves of trees;

Coming to its misty disposition

It rained with the crimson sky.

Succumbing, the tree bled in yellow drops of snow,

Swaying down with gravity as it falls

It leaves musky dicotyledonous coins above,

Outpouring the ground to bring back a life.

A petrified trunk a once seed became

The very last leafed twig cut

Kept to be the man’s bookmark

To what book it was – there is none.

When was it again?

An astrolabe to the sky

Let the man be roofed with skylight;

Fireflies is seen eclipsing at night,

 Constellating the sky, like stars, they synchronize.

Even mosses fogged the darkness,

Extending their minute hands to the moon;

Stargazers were reached that they bloom,

Fragile-looking petals are gently bleached white.

Silhouettes of citronella dances against the full moon

With the dragonflies tiptoeing by the pond;

Coral-coloured wings create ripples on water

And flutters away the scent of grass.

It is this very moment, isn’t it?

By the windowsill, the man smelled it,

Mixed odours it brought along its journey -

Salty shores, lane of narra trees, dew of the forest;

The same monsoon but of altered temperature.

Can the scent be seen?

Try detecting it through the human lenses,

Be captured with the sound of the present

Sealing it by holding onto the hourglass of time.

With fervour prayer, let the sky hear:

Cast a spell that time be rewound;

It ain’t for an alternate future – rather

It is to bring back the dreams from yesterday.

Can I now play it forward?

~ ni ilaw-dagitab sa Agosto 23, 2011.

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