AT THE PINNACLE

Today, as I celebrate the day I was

Meant to be.

I closed my eyes and wished

To see your eyes shining,

Smiling shyly.

Your lips both happy and mysterious.

Will you celebrate with me?

Will you finally answer my call,

That you've long ignored.

Despite your long ago promises

That I will be your universe.

As I have made you mine.

Can you now take my hand,

And hold it tight?

When you're at your prime,

The pinnacle of your fame,

Your star shining brighter than ever

As you've wished long ago.

Will you now open my letters?

The one I wrote you ages ago,

After a bittersweet goodbye,

And repeated whispers of

"I will come back for sure."

Today, can you make time to answer

My longing calls and hidden sighs?

Or is your schedule still full

Overflowing to the point

That your next time has

Become a long goodbye?

Can you finally let me know

And not leave me hanging here

If you will still come back to me

Or should I surrender and

Consider my diverging roads

And choose the one without you?

Today, as I celebrate the day I was

Meant to be.

I have come to  a crossroad of pain

And maybe fading sorrow.

I will not wait for you anymore.

So answer me now,

Or forget me forevermore.

#RM

03.22.2021

SPRING CHILD

To the child born in spring,

How are you?

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And tears in your heart?

Do you still struggle with the words

That would open your soul

To the people who would not

Listen?

To the people who would rather

Not listen?

To the child born of love,

Our sun is rising and the

Wind blows hot and empty.

The winter has passed,

And summer is waiting around the corner.

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And tragedy in your mind?

Do you still remember the pain

That would not lessen with the

Time?

Or the endless insecurities that

Respects no time?

To the child born under the blooms,

It’s the time of flowers

And greeneries, of hope for the future.

The trees are happy,

And the roads are paved with songs.

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

Thinking of lullabies you heard when you were

Young?

The melodies sang by your mother and father

When they were young?

To the child born after the snow,

Why does everything feel sad

When there’s joy around you and

Hearts sprinkled on your path?

Do you still play the piano

With smile in your eyes

And invisible tears because no one

Understands?

That the pain you live in magnifies as love

Fails to understand?

To my dearest spring child,

How are you?

It’s been so long since we shared

The pain and loss which flows like the river.

Do you still play the piano

With tears in your eyes

For the one we lost

That summer we tried to be together

But chose our paths.

Our upward paths.

And lost ourselves—our hearts.

#rm

03/13/2021

This is Where Stars Land

Step up and come closer

This is the place they told you about. 

They only give you two choices,

Of where to land.

Will you step on the mire?

A quicksand dressed up in gold.

Slowly but surely, tugging you deeper

As you move your head—turn and turn.

Will you step on the bridge?

A crossroad of fame and static dreams.

Here you will stay as long as you wish,

But without choosing, your feet turn to stone.

Come closer, and closer still.

Look at the footprints.

Smudges on concrete and mud,

Unsure of the directions the owners have taken.

Will you follow the queen?

Still locked on her tower.

Or maybe the princess?

Taken by the beast to the enchanted forest.

No one has seen them

Since they were taken there,

Except when we needed a laugh,

A splice of false love, life, or despair.

Will you follow the king?

He’s still there in the dungeon perfecting himself.

Or maybe the prince?

The mass has taken over his consciousness.

No one has seen them

Since the ninety-four, when they started the walk.

Then they climbed and lost all control.

Everybody loves them, but no one really cares.

Have you seen them?

Have you taken their direction?

The mire or the bridge? 

They are your only options—

Except maybe to soar and fly,

And reach for the elusive bluer sky.

Like a phantom marriage of happy endings.

Only to find Icarus falling steadily from the top.

Come closer and closer still.

My innocent bystander with hidden dreams.

Dream higher and higher and give it to me.

In exchange for a choice on where your star leads.

- rmpsd

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