DREAM
In the shadows, he is watching...
with piercing eyes, he is lurking...
waiting, for the time, when he can grab her...
Her-she, who is sitting so lonely, by the bench, under the dark night sky..
Moonlight showering her whole being, she is as if calling him...
tempting him, her hair dancing with the night breeze...
slowly, he comes near her.
As he is about to grab her, she looked up, she looked at him in his eyes, he saw her, tears rolling down her cheeks, her loneliness, her misery...
The longer he stared at her eyes, he seems to start to see her soul, so pure...
so gentle...
He tried to remove his eyes from her, he can't...
it seemed that his gaze is locked upon her, he tried to step away, he can't...
he seemed like he was frozen, and trapped...
he doesn't know what to do…
he tried to speak..
No voice would come out from his throat, and he just stood there, looking at her...
and she just sat there, looking at him...
Her eyes, glistening with tears, beseeching, pleading...
but she doesn't look like she's afraid, she's not scared!
This scared him, it scared him to his bones..
He’s trapped, he doesn't know how...
he felt like he is losing his strength, he is losing his will, and his heart started to beat frantically, he was fooled, he fell into her trap...
he is falling, he is dying...
he tried to struggle, he tried to break free, tears started to roll down his cheeks, he started to cry, like her, tears stream down his cheeks, silently..
then he started to feel like he is fading,
he started to become a silhouette in the night,
and he started to feel light,
he felt like he is floating, he felt like he is breaking free,
free from something he doesn't know,
he started to feel the burden lightened, burden he only noticed now,
burden he doesn't know of; he felt like rising, rising up to the sky,
suddenly,
she reached for him..
she held his face, with tears in her smile, she kissed him, her lips, so soft against his, so very soft...
he closed his eyes, he tasted her tears, so sweet, never has he known such sweetness before,
he felt liberated, like he was caged and was set free,
"what an irony," he thought to himself,
" a while back I felt I was trapped, now I am feeling free,”
tears flowed more from his eyes,
there are feelings he can't explain,
he feels ecstatic but at the same time lonely,
he feels joyful and elated but at the same time agonizing,
the liberation that he feels is great,
but there's also the feeling of misery,
misery because he needs to let go,
needing to let go something he doesn't know,
and because of these inexplicable feelings, mixed emotions,
he felt his chest tightened,
his chest almost to explode,
suddenly,
he felt something is missing,
something is wrong,
he realized her lips are no longer pressed against his,
and her hands...
it's no longer holding his face,
he reached for it,
he reached for her,
she is no longer there..
he opened his eyes,
he saw a blinding light,
he tried to cover his face with his hand,
but light penetrated his hand,
he turned his gaze away from the light,
he tried to look for her,
she is gone, she is nowhere to be found,
then...
he realized he's no longer in the dark,
the sun is shining on his face,
he saw his desk,
the papers waiting to be done,
he realized he is in his room,
and he was only dreaming,
Yes,
he was just dreaming…
he looked at the clock, it's 7:00 am,
"it was only a dream," he thought to himself,
and he tried to remember,
he tried to remember her,
her face,
her smile,
her lips,
yes,
her soft lips...
strange, he cant..
What seemed to be so real has now become hazy,
yes it is all now hazy...
slowly, he got off from his bed,
he will be thinking of her,
yes,
he will be thinking of his dream..
A poem of Angelita E. Tenorio from her book Poetic Life....
