Luminosity

Your voice lingered in the darkest parts of my mind,
And crept its way in the deepest parts of me.
Every word hit me like a train on a track,

Awakening me from my melancholy.

Breaking free from this obscure sphere,
Moving along with it all slowly.

Sundown, we prance under old oak trees,
Letting every minute sink hard right into me.

Right there in the dense fog,
I left the things I've wanted to say.
But like a flower that has wilted,
I've always known I wouldn't stay that way.

One morning I woke up,
And it all became so clear to me.
Maybe I dreamt of it too much,
Leaving me tangled in this sweet serendipity.

─ Julie Pauline Moscoso