The wick burns,
the flame in silence screams.
Our candle tapers
along with fading dreams.
Listen, rue not the smallness
of those dreams.
The mighty oceans flow
from veins of humble streams.
So live this life.
On those rainbows stride,
and hug the colors
that soon will hide.
Go sail against
the rushing of the tide,
no more tears for pain,
life’s ancient bride.
For pains, yes, pains
are verses sublime,
betrothed to fate
so life may rhyme,
no need for vows,
nor bells to chime,
just seeds of your being
that shall bloom in time.
Redmoon
19 June 2024
Redmoon of Bukidnon likes to describe himself as a trying hard poet.