Oh Salve!

We’ve known each other since we were in college. I consider her as one of my best friends. I’ve stayed overnight in her place hundreds of times. I've met her family and she has met mine. She is like a sister to me… she and Celestine. I love her warmth, adore her calmness, and respect her mind. I know she is talented. But dammit, how could I not have known she writes good poems?

Let me paste here some of her poems:


i, an island

i am an island
the wind is my best friend
whispering news of far
lands in my ears.

the sea is my lover
singing hymns of promise of forever.
the trees are my knights
guarding me to safety and security.
the flowers are my dames
amusing my solitary existence.
the birds are my constant guests
lodging in my trees for a night’s rest.
the sky is my shelter
lighting my path in dark hours.

i am an island
my best friend has joined other winds
passed me by without a glance.
scampering fast, my lover has departed
singing a song of rage and atrocity.
my knights had fallen in battle
bowing their heads in defeat.
tired of enthralling, my dames had
fled and drowned in my lover’s cry.
to a peaceful soil my guests had ran
in search of better refuge.
my shelter has crumpled down
sending needles of spears into my heart.

i cried from pain,
yet i cannot move
i cannot move—
still an island.

http://salvacion.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/i-an-island/



What has become of me?
Hope has abandoned me
left me drenched in my own tears
drowned in solitude
What has become of me?

Fate has walked away,
Displeased at my ungrateful countenance
Tired, like my trampled soul—
crashed into pieces.

Tell me, what has become of me?

Please save me,
I need your mercy
Hold my hand tight;
don’t let go—

Oh, it’s too late!
You’re late!
I’m drowning,
falling
fast—
zapped into the black hole of nothingness.

What—oh, nothing!—has become of me?


http://salvacion.wordpress.com/2007/05/30/what-has-become-of-me/