I would move these oars, pull to sail away -
To the open seas…
Just to be with thee!
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If I’d spread my wings, fly and glide as vast -
As the eye can see…
Can I be with thee?
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Shall I brave the night, travel far and wide -
Till the morning glee…
So I could reach thee?
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But my Dad, if these wouldn’t set you free -
Then I’d stay and wait…
Wait till I meet thee!
-yvetteauroredecroix’06-
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To Fernan.
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I browsed my list and found a few…
Oh gosh, this can’t be true!
September’s here, your birthday’s near!
What could I give to you?
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Another year waits at the bend…
Just days left to unfold.
I’ve felt though you’re quite sober there,
Didn’t speak quite like before.
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Guess that’s alright, I understand…
Some changes can’t be barred.
Like how your age turns thirty-four
While mine’s still twenty-five! [LOL]
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But seriously, don’t miss the fun -
This day comes only once!
And if I’ve got one thing to wrap
I’d send the Cali sun!
-yvetteauroredecroix’06-
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For Dell
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Seasons…
Oh how they come and go!
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Capricious.
Peculiar.
With swift, unsteady flow.
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Come rain…
Or shine…
Set sail. Enjoy the show!
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For when they’d stop
And disappear?
You simply never know.
yvetteauroredecroix’06
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(Passing Clouds. Taken along Hwy-18 on my way to work quite a few months ago. How they changed the landscape for a time or encouraged a swell of individual moods and interpretations had simply inspired me. Indeed, each moment is a moment like no other. Don’t wait too long and just catch it while you can. While you still can!)
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I’d wear all white
Walk down the aisle
And say my vows
Before a crowd.
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Then true love’s kiss
Shall touch my lips
Sweet heaven’s bliss
On faithful wings.
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And from that day
This life we’d share
To hold… and care
Through sun or rain.
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Oh dear, my groom!
My one delight
I’d take this plight
With earnest might.
yvetteauroredecroix’06
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When thick clouds start
To occupy the space
And darkness builds up
Like an endless maze…
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The north winds blow
Even time runs slow
God knows I am here
To stay till the morrow.
yvetteauroredecroix’06
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Lying at my side,
Eyes are staring wide.
Thousand thoughts went by,
Nothing stirred my mind.
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How i envied those
Moving hands of time,
Round and round they go,
I was left behind.
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So in silence, I’ve
Kissed the day goodnight
Hope my new day comes -
And spirit’s flying high!
yvetteauroredecroix’06
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I came from the smell of the rain-drenched earth in May, from Tatang’s red swivel chair perched in the open terrace of mom’s ancestral place;
I came from the mightiest paper boats and strings of rubber bands, from clay pots, cardboard dolls, bahay-bahayan in our neighborhood’s vacant spot;
I came from the heart-pounding stories about tiyanak and aswang - we so much loved to hear when the moon was full and bright;
I came from daddy’s old metal toolbox, his proud racer bike forever resting on their bedroom wall, from the tea-colored pages of his beloved book of folk tales and songs I clearly do recall;
I came from the very early morning horn of the magpa-pandesal, from the sharp sound of a silver spoon swirling the glass that Inang makes her coffee from;
I came from chasing yellow and blue dragon flies, countless of them clouding those November skies, from the tall talahib grass that gashed me more than twice, and dark gumamela leaves unsparingly picked and sliced;
I came from the mossy waters of the illustrious Valdefuente, from the almost endless mountain roads to Cagayan that mom, dad and I used to climb;
I came from soaring saranggola in summertime, from the rolling meadows parched by the searing sun; I came from the clusters of bushy mango trees, and mounds of anthills amidst the lazy field;
I came from kissing the elders’ hands each Sunday after church, and from the loudly spoken prayers at bedtime every single night;
I came from the most authentic care of my gentlest aunt Conching, and from the sweetest laughters of my cousins while at play;
These are the treasured memories of my childhood home, the happiest place one day I’d return.
-yvetteauroredecroix’06-
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The sleeping Sun, I heard, is up and out
That’s one thing I am glad to hear about
For yesterday when bitter twilights bite
I stood outside and looked but no one’s in sight
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Like snows that cover the hills and plains
I knew warmer days will soon come my way
Why God hath made the stark winter cold
If summer wouldn’t come to heal afterall?
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The eastern sparrows and mocking- birds too
One morning they’d sing me a happy song or two
Soon, rivers melt and leaves get wet with dew
As the breeze softly whispers of a life anew!
-yvetteauroredecroix’06-
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It was many ordinary summer nights ago
When the skylark spelled a tragic song of woe
And poured grief into the cup, it overflowed
Heaven and earth collided everywhere I go.
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Along came rays of bitter-sweet farewell
That kissed the daring quest of a life’s frail end
And every shallow breath that rose and fell
Were shattered fragments spewed from gates of hell.
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Oh mortal as you are - I died that day!
My bones were torn and flesh succumbed in sweet decay
My spirit drifted through some million miles away
And wept in solitude, I searched in vain all day.
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The moon soon flashed a quite familiar glow
To gaze upon reminds me of a face I know
His subtle radiance drenched my restless soul
In peaceful slumber He lulled me all night long.
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And all on Earth, they say, shall fade away
But not the living wisps of moon- beams in my hands
Like an artist’s faultless strokes on white damask
The legacies of my ornately rigid past.
-yvetteauroredecroix-06-
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Empty pathways puffed with dust,
Sleepy cobwebs sewn too fast,
Faucets blanched by aging rust,
Roses burnt in summer gusts…
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These and slits on stuccoed walls,
Glanced at dreary stranger’s call,
Chimes soon echoed thru the halls,
And found you standing at my door!
yvetteauroredecroix’06
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