BROKEN SPIRIT

The tears I cry are for you
If I must wipe it away
But again it falls
Empty pages, blank pages
My mind keeps searching and wondering
If someday we'd be together again


Published in the book of: Twilight Musings
By: julita taimanglo santos

SOUL

Catacombed in chamber Burnt caramel fragnant Ember glow shadowless Faith in wonderous love All but my Angel remains Written by: julita

THE BURDEN OF LOVE

Eternity's reign
Down low my head bows
Eyes closed
Tears escapes
Lips softly smiles
Where... twig of life has it gone
Struggles dwindle
Time makes no mistakes
Only those who forsakes
Into the universe I reached
My home, free to roam
Dark but the twinkling of stars
guide me
Where... twig of life has it gone


Written by: julita

EGGSHELLS

Feathered pillows

Lost in dreams under willows

Dew covered face remain

Lasting love's appeal refrain

Juliana....

Sonata playing in crowning jewels

Timeless! when the world hums

in noiseless streets

People's voices whispering

Juliana....

Sweet'is girl

Restless mind reaps

counting sheeps

Forgetting where to keep

Lingers unknowing tomorrows

in sleep

Written by: julita

RED BEAUTY'S TEARS

The warm glow of the morning sun

awaken red silky tendrils

Stretching and forming

to her glorious shape

Her perfume scent touch

the tip of my nose

As gentle hands cup her chin

admiring her beauty

But she trembles

Until finally the tears came

The tears of great pain

from the very core of

her delicate heart

She mutters such sad words

Between sobs as she pleas

But even I cannot give her

Her father....

julita

WINTRY ROSE

Shadows in the moonlight
Reflections on icy pond
Frail hands intertwine on hollow chest
Embraces the calm of the night

A child maiden of winter
Dances with gentle grace
As flush cheeks glow with a shy smile
and her feet light on sheet of ice

Misty dark eyes
turn to gaze at midnight blue sky
Sending a wish as she kisses
the palm of her hand and blows
towards the stars

Winters come winters past
Within the shadows you remain
Wintry Rose, my beautiful Wintry Rose

CRUMPETS ON LINEN

Desire to behold
beauty and perfection
laid gently on embroidered linen

Pink on white rosebuds
adorn the edges in silken thread
A designer without a sketch pad
but eyes that possess imagination

The crumbs that fall
fall in a pattern not to be wasted
As heavenly aromatic apples
melt with buttery smoothness

Fulfilling the palates of friends
While laughter
breaks the moment of silence
with highest compliments