MUSINGS SERIES: #1

If nimbly these fingers could free

The sand grains
Remorseless, to the breeze
And to oblivion
Let the wind be blowing
-- Fiercely, to far away…
The void of yesteryears
Where Bliss --
Your Beloved Haunting merges
Unseen
With the common --
Meaningless, ordinary…

If only with a breath I’d dare free

The torment of parting
This desolating fear
Of not having you
Again -- Ravaging inside
And let the thoughts of you
Sink to the grave
A sigh of relief…
I’d walk gracefully
And like a feather be blown
And care not where the wind may
My feet be dragged its way.

But the ordinary is here

The meaningless near
And is and the common shall be
My heart forgot to see anew
Though had it try and failed
All sand grains are the same
If not for that which wills me to go
And seek among billions of
Rotten stars in the sand.
No, I’d rather embrace and burry you in my breast.

Elmer Saba Ereño

Manila, Philippines
December 3, 2010