These myths I have from a long, long time ago
Has evolved up to the shallow waters of a crystal sea
So clear as the starfishes floating here and there
The joy seems so distinct like the white seashells
and the corals in the deep waters.
There were made up dreams to finally touch
And feel your unbelievably wondrous being
And to finally breathe on your fingertips
You are as subdued and yet
with rational demeanor,
So ever beautiful in my portrait
This privilege I have aspired
shall be listed into
the veins in my brain
To dance under a lunar eclipse with all the
plump butterflies flying above my face
Seawaves would then cuddle my back
When you called me and said hello
What a tender palm you have when you held my hand
I didn't want to end the dream yet
As I could still smell your strong perfume
I didn't want to let go until the seawaves stopped so soon.
There you were, far, far away across the sea...
By: Maya Guzman Santos
