When I met you months ago.
How was I able to know
That we might blend like perfect notes,
And sail in a strange sky boat.
When I met you back then,
Were we where we had been
For a reason for us to meet
In silly words made into something sweet?
Perhaps our words are only words
and perhaps our lives are like the birds
moving first north, next south - perhaps then,
will we remember we sang back when?
BINABASA MO ANG
Crafting Lightbeams
PoetryA fresh bundle of thoughts, wrapped by a star gazer. Hope you like them all.
