Poetry is a mistress of Love. Love is friends with Lost
Litanya Merlinda Bobis
Huwag mo akong iiwan
Tulad ng pag-iwan ng anghel
Sa kanyang pakpak, nalimutan
Sa bus na gumarahe
Sa gabing walang buwan
Huwag mo akong iiwan
Tulad ng pag-iwan ng buwan
Sa kaniyang mata, nahulog
Sa sapang nananaginip
Ng dilim na walang pintuan
Huwag mo akong iiwan
Tulad ng pag-iwan ng dilim
Sa kanyang tainga, pinigtal
Ng hanging nananalangin
Sa kay agang namaalam
Huwag mo akong iiwan
Tulad ng pag-iwan ng hangin
Sa kaniyang dila, nangupas
Sa kakahiyaw na
‘Huwag mo akong iiwan’
Star-crossed Ronald Baytan
You are a waterfall,
and I a stream:
You will forever flow through me
but I shall never contain you,
And you will never wash me away.
Every line of Poetry
is an ode to Love. They have an affair like 2 people walking at the same path
yet they can never be together because Illusion was always between them.
Every great man who has written great poems had encountered
Love and had offered their words for Love. Though they have passed and had left
this earth, their odes had been forever treasured by Love who was capricious
and had wanted to hear her lover’s promises ad infinitum.
Love and Poetry cannot wed. For Love in itself exist in Forever,
so does Poetry but only when he is alone. Being with Love will consume Poetry
until he is vanished.
Love is friends to Lost.
Love fears Lost like a slave to his master. But Love needs
Lost because Lost had freed Love from the ethereal realm and grounds him to this
mortal world.
If you
want to have Love, you must fear Lost as Love does but you must also respect
Lost and be aware of his existence for you to capture Love otherwise Love will
escape from you for your means alone cannot contain Love in this world.
The price
of Love is befriending Lost.
