The Silver Phone

I am so hollow for the past days.
That I feel even the sun fails to shoot her burning rays.
Thy existence should cool the noon of the day,
which to me is always vague and bare.

I grab the silver phone and enter yer number.
I listen to yer voice and let it fill the space
of every pore of my vanishing soul.
Then,
I am brought to the wideness of the sea,
on the scent of field of vandas,
waft on the breeze
and sink in cloud of yer sweet voice.

My emotion is brought into vertigo,
My twisted mind unfolds and goes.
I tried to embrace every charming tone of yer voice
and gather each thought that spill
in the pocket of emptiness that I feel.

I am awakened on every grace called forth,
wondered and puzzled by yer face.
I can wait to see you,
but I am afraid that the magic might fade away.

Then,
the killing clock warns me.
My handful of coins is now empty.
within five more wink of my eyes and you'll be gone.
It dawned on me...that
you're about to go...
your voice about to fade.
And I shall be dissolved in yer light,
drowning in yer eyes,
in yer voice..

I am floating on the restless sea,
helpless on a dark and vacant isle
that flows between the silver phone and me.

january 1995/gen. santos city

Balik