our fate can tell...

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“Our fate can tell…”


 Is it the time?
Who will tell us when…
Our eyes and smile will meet in the firmament,
But I was left all alone… breathless,
 
Is it the place?
Who will tell us where…
To meet and to greet each other’s point of view
Though my heart is confused?
 
Is it our age?
Who will tell how compatible are we…
Who will help us to adjust with each other’s company?
Or will bind us with our same personality…
 
Is it your friend?
Who will tell me about your traits…
How humble and how tender your heart is
Though I’m a mean, cold-hearted creature,
 
Is it my palm?
Who will reveal my destination…
Where I am supposed to go,
Or where do I really belong?
 
Or, is it the flowers?
That blooms in the middle of the night…
Between the argument of thorns and fresh dews
Hiding along the river’s breezy wave,
 
Or is it my thought?
Who created you as an enemy…
Instead of a lover or a friend or a defender
Will you protect me for better?

I don’t know where, or when or how…
It’s just I’m desperately thinking, that I’m almost over you
Will you notice when I greeted you?
In silence or even in the dark?
 
I’ve tracked down thousands of mountain to reach you,
Fought hundreds of wild animals and numerous waves
To follow and to keep you alive,
In my mind though I know you’re too far from my sight…
 
Just hold on, hold on!
I’m nearly over its peak to tell you!
Though in silence, to unveil my revelation
When the right time comes, my soul will project…
 
“At last… “  My soul proclaim, though it’s too late…
That you already had somebody to love…
But still, I will sacrifice my feelings…. For the rest of my days,
My heart will remain…though I thought it was my fate
 
Yes it is… it is my fate…
To love somebody who didn’t even recognized me
In my crucial days, all by myself
Surpassing the rays of sunlight till moon abides…
With me in loneliness, where I find no rejection
Because it’s better this way though I’m a mean,
Dying restless…
In pain…
My fate…
 
Maria Neruda