Norman Santos - Silently

I was away from sleep
like a paper boat on concrete

Standing atop the lights
the wind sifts through the blight

Their cares resembled mine;
flimsy, almost less a dime

There is a shy beauty –
remain the way you are

Did you speak of a page
torn from a familiar book?

Stay away from the clangor
of this perfidious story

I bury my head
in the light of this lamppost

Quelling the flames
that sweltered the wings of hope

Swimming in dream and sea
I stifle at the woe in my throat

Like a moonshine veiled in clouds
I’ll preserve this memory.

Norman Santos

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