Kristine Dianne S.

Causing

BSA 2-4
February 15,
2016

To the Dream I Once Scribbled

I
You are my what if and all that regret implies
The bitterness that cloaks me in isolation,
The star I try to reach, the torrent rain that stills my cries
For faith and strength against devouring days
You are the road whose rail marks my way
And sets my energy and power, my speed and acceleration,
You are the grand, elemental whim
The driven mind must turn to for its satisfaction.
If in your memory that haunts me now so near
I lift my dependent spirit to another one,
As my feet long rooted to the ground uprear
Their quickening nails and callouses to my skin,
You who are light, O never doubt that I
Yearn for you no less because I fear the dark!

II

I can not fulfill you with a courage

That out compares the bravest of turtles,
For that were false, as no such turtle
And no such courage can ever be.
But I can forget you with a cloudy sigh
As finite as parallel lines that never meet
And regret holds from cold to warm
Wishing I could go back and start my journey afresh.