The north wind surged during this arid season
Whispering the pedagogy beyond my comprehension
Your ameliorating eyes see through my resilience
Showing me conscientisation despite my reservation
In the zenith of your exalted status
You reached for me in the mire of destitute
Unleashing the shackles of my imbedded emotions
You arms around me thawed the ice encasing my stoic veneer
The stubbles on your face against mine was a ray of hope
When I staggered, your dexterity strengthened my resolve…
In the verge of surrender, your faith was my salvation
Humbling my imperious arrogance
You cosseted me against the contemptuous world
I envisaged myself with you incessantly
Immersed forever in the depths of your soul
Alas, the onset came in too late
The end came in too soon
My true north was a transient wind
Who was meant to bid me adieu
The sole thing that was so right for me
But was never rightfully mine to keep…
Dimasalang
-thank you for passing by...