Windowsill.

Under the moonlight
you pass by
gazing emptily
upon the entities
of the unfaltering stars.

Over the soft, moist
cold summer soil
I gaze on you
with such ardor
that the stars
shout with jealousy.

I peer over you
on the windowsill
of my home
as I dream
your existence
in my arms.

Slowly
your presence
dwindles.
You are
one
with the stars
that rarely fall.

(Ateneo de Manila University, Oct 1, '08 7: 55 AM)

by Jose Karlo Avenido

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