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One October ©

Weng Ferrer Berba
Metro Manila, Philippines

'Twas moontide one October, and mid-time of the night.
And stars in their orbits, shone pale through the light.
Gladly intense beyond experience,
Your eyes, so glorious, have their silence.

In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me.
Suddenly my life will shut beautifully.
What is it about you that opens and closes?
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.

One day came when I gazed awhile,
Can't seem to handle your cold smile.
Since that October, three years in fleecing cloud,
Too fast now, the coldness like a shroud.

You were gone that made me so keen,
Before I came to view the levelled scene.
I looked for you behind the isle of trees;
I listened for your whetstone on the breeze.

But you've gone your way like a grass all-mown,
And I must be, a bleeding soul, alone.
But as I said, swift there passed me by.
On noiseless wing, a "wildered butterfly".

Seeking for memories grown dim overnight,
Some resting place of yesterday's delight.

(Note: The poem used to end here.
But this is now the continuation, on a happier note)

And then you flew as far as eye could see,
On a tremulous wing, came back to me.
A leaping tongue of bloom you have spared,
Beside an empty brook you've bared.

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth, I deal no more alone.
And dreaming, as it were, I had hoped not to reach,
Thou bearest in heaven, trancelike bodies do the leap.

Since that night 'til now, never did I tire;
Eternal love, embrace me by your distant fire!

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