Dust of Love
by Isabel Cecilia Pascual
(Manilla, Philippines)
Our eyes and paths have met once more
The fire was ignited deep within
But not enough to rekindle what was lost
Even in my dreams it was not meant to be
Forgive me if I let the wind carry away
The dust of our love
I carefully hold dear for years
Its fiery embers dwindled
For every teardrops I shed
From sunrise till…
The sun set every afternoon
The nightingale have ceased to sing
The dew drops have turned to icy grain
On the pinkish petal now grayish hue
Time to let go, this agony of thorns
My heart's too old and frail to hope.