The color is dark and blue the day after the tempest
When I stand alone in the windowsill watching the lark at play
In the lake where they make ripples that sends me back through time
The day before the tempest when you are still mine
The lake in full colors made vibrant by your smile
The lark used to sing a song, a tune made for us
And the flowers in the field would sway to the gentle cool wind
But now it’s a memory I can hold only in my mind
Reality flashed back with every cold water drops
The sky had shed her tears as if to share in my solemn act
With every tap on my skin send shiver to my soul
So I closed the window and said goodbye to our song
My eyes are dry of tears as if rain took it on my behalf
The noise I hear inside me now drowned by rain’s taps
Today it’s finally over, this tempest’s aftermath
Today I’ll sing our last song now that you’re no longer my other half.
When things are but just words
Let rain wash and drown your heart
That it may find comfort in its coldness
And time and space is but your solace
A friend to keep you on your ground.
When words are but an echo gone in the wind
Dry as the desert sands carried to nowhere
Fill your emptiness with words that rhyme
And build your oasis in the desert sands
A hope in solitude in the barren land
Find serenity under the midnight full moon
Or find beauty among the fireflies
They grace the night with their humble light
Like little fairies amidst the darkness
Just when your bode is filled with sadness
When your heart is but like a shattered glass
And fixing a mess is a tiresome act
Remember the fireflies, the oasis and the rain
And the full moon of comfort and solace they bring
When things are but just words, let them jump out of the pages
To wrap me so I may know.
Some memories transcend time. A bond founded beyond flesh and blood cut short by a sudden unavoidable circumstance leaves a painful mark yet creates a wonderful memory. Such relationship brings tears to my eyes as I remember the bittersweet days I once had.
Taking a ferry to Iloilo City to visit the wake of my cousin who died of cancer, the crew played a film to entertain their passengers. I usually am not fond of watching films on board; I instead devoted my time to recovering the sleep I was robbed from waking up early to catch the first trip. The film however further denied me of sleep as I was glued to it. It’s a true story of loyal dog named Hachiko. The film was a 2009 Hollywood remake of the original 1987 Japanese film.
When Hachi’s master died in school where he works, Hachi waited for him for hours unmoved by other passengers and other distractions. This continued until he died in the train station where he always waits for his master. I was holding myself not to burst into tears, as flood of memories of my dear dog flashed back to me. Fortunately, the movie was cut short before my tears fell as we are about to dock.
The passing of my hachiko, Mickey, was a painful one as it is untimely and caused a lot of sacrifices on my part due to major decisions that I have to make. Sacrifices that included her being taken away from me and the depravity of companion lead to her early death. And just a thought of her always makes me cry. Ours was a relationship that transcends time indeed and she will always be remembered. The story of Hachiko is one of the many stories of his race to grace this world. Stories that inspire and gives hope to the many.