Tuesday, June 21st, 2005
saline eyes
from the center comes a ripple of water
twitched by a pebble thrown.
only to agitate the serenity of peace,
only to irk the tranquility
of what has chosen to remain as it is,
only to awaken what has chosen to slumber,
only just to hurt a bit.
attempting to catch everything in perspective,
desperately molding everything in this
thick, gray, folded clay.
it never stops, it never lacks.
it just keep on flowing.
it’s not your fault
if you had passed by my moments
to create a disillusion
that you didn’t seem to intend.
it’s not your fault
if this side of my mind,
that never stop playing ( neither fading),
ended up with a bruise that evolved into a scar,
and is painstakingly uneasy to handle.
it’s not your fault
if too much deceit is revealing,
if too much honesty is deceiving.
when turbulence of regrets
flogs the mind that doesn’t easily forget.
it’s not your fault.
no.
‘cause there never was, it never showed.
from afar the teal ridges
are smoothened by deception.
the crest and trough are clasped by composure,
and what is left is nothing but imagination.
the pebble will scurry to the bottom.
its edges rub and assuage by tide.
sinking deeply to the vast darkness.
unheard. unseen.
it never stops, it never lacks.
it just keeps on sinking.
eventually,
the ocean will swallow it all.
the ocean will swallow me all.
and you’ll never know.
perhaps.
