To A Lost One
by Angela Manalang-Gloria
I shall haunt you, O my lost one, as the twilight
Haunts a grieving bamboo trail,
And your dreams will linger strangely with the music
Of a phantom lover’s tale.
by Angela Manalang-Gloria
I shall haunt you, O my lost one, as the twilight
Haunts a grieving bamboo trail,
And your dreams will linger strangely with the music
Of a phantom lover’s tale.
You shall not forget, for I am past forgetting
I shall come to you again
With the starlight, and the scent of wild champakas,
And the melody of rain.
I shall come to you again
With the starlight, and the scent of wild champakas,
And the melody of rain.
You shall not forget. Dusk will peer into your
Window, tragic-eyed and still,
And unbidden startle you into remembrance
With its hand upon the sill.
Window, tragic-eyed and still,
And unbidden startle you into remembrance
With its hand upon the sill.
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