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Love letter
September 19, 2008Untitled poem dedicated to no one
Waking up from a dream
Of walking with our hands
Clasped by each other and
Kissing you on a deserted
Street, I squinted against
The bright rays of morning,
Wondering what I was doing
Believing I have fallen in love
Again, even if there is no direct
Answers to my questions and
Promises for my screaming
Heart– not a simple prayer
To pacify my soul, except for,
Perhaps, your strong presence
In my life right now. And yet
Even this seems so unreal.
When I’m with you the feeling
Is like I’m underwater, dis-
Embodied– between living
And a gentle kind of dying,
Buoyed along by the currents
Generated when you’re being
Who you are. Like an eagle
I can soar to unimaginable
Heights, ecstatic, then plunge
Into the depths where no
Shaft of light dares venture
To penetrate the darkness.
My feelings are too strong,
There’s no use denying, and
All I have to do, from this cold
Morning on, is to fashion it
So that I don’t lose sight
Of myself, which is more
Important that whatever
Our future might become:
Together, or not. However,
Like all promises, this
Is easier said than done.
phnom penh, 2008
copyright Michael P. De Guzman










