Written by: Rochelle Macatangay
Passing wind
In shadowed realms of inner night, I came and sought,
For love as honey-sweet and gentle as the breeze,
In depths where the sunbeam’s ember was barely caught,
I wandered, astray, in the waves of stormy seas.
Wilted petals, I cried—grieved through my heart and soul,
The death of a dearly beloved I once know,
Beloved that was me, lost in time—I was whole,
Now wilting sorrowfully, unable to grow.
Yet in midst of gloom, the zephyr passed and whispered,
A notion that never crossed nor occurred to me,
In folly’s grasp, I sought and searched—my steps misled,
I ran and escaped the shadowed realms, I was free.
In vast grass-field, the sunbeam gleam—welcomingly,
Albeit, withered and maimed, I stood—showered with kiss,
Borne by the passing wind breeze, I flourished and see,
The flower I once was, now forever exists.
