Falter

Like the smoke I gradually inhale,
I tie myself to you.
And at dawn I wail,
Wondering if you're feeling the same way too.

I gaze at the mass of stars in the sky,
Thinking of the patterns hidden in the constellation.
I sit by the porch and ask myself why;
I crave your touch and affection.

Ecstatic in the morning,
Uninterrupted waves of misery by night.
Like canoes in the sea sailing,
I constantly tell myself to hold on tight.

Through the cracks were gleams of daylight,
Connecting to the emptiness in my soul only you could cure.
You brush your hands through my hair as I squeal in delight,
Right there, I was caught up in a rapture.

─ Julie Pauline Moscoso