Revised:
Six full moons,
Holding scroll and plume,
Scribbling endless thoughts,
Across the path of borrowed light.
Holding scroll and plume,
Scribbling endless thoughts,
Across the path of borrowed light.
Revisiting intimate moments,
Priceless memories,
Six full moons,
Have passed so quickly.
Priceless memories,
Six full moons,
Have passed so quickly.
“It’s time to go”,
Oh, a scary thought,
The plume I used to write,
Has ran out of life.
Oh, a scary thought,
The plume I used to write,
Has ran out of life.
Six full moons,
I’ve been patiently watching,
The distant horizon,
Where earth and sky meets.
I’ve been patiently watching,
The distant horizon,
Where earth and sky meets.
There the light bounces,
On the crystal sea,
The clear, starry sky portends,
The dawn of a new day.
On the crystal sea,
The clear, starry sky portends,
The dawn of a new day.
By Arnel Oroceo
From the “Concealed Passion” (A Compilation)
Copyright © 2009, Arnel Oroceo, All Rights Reserved
From the “Concealed Passion” (A Compilation)
Copyright © 2009, Arnel Oroceo, All Rights Reserved
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