Of songs and shores

The scenic view of Boracay’s sunset relaxes ones' mood, something you wanted not to end. Like that of a relationship you desperately holding on to, knowing that the end of it will be the end of your life too. We were holding each other’s hand while watching the sun set, reflecting on what life would bring us, like tides of the Bora sea, interminably moving-the shore, unmindful of what it would bring.

Would you love me forever? You asked.

Of course, till the end. I replied.

The cool summer breeze brings thoughts of yesterdays’ dreams. It is almost dark now. I lit a cigarette in hoping to calm down the heavy beating of my heart, in which I didn’t exactly know why. She gently moved near me, leaning on my shoulder as she sang a song, a song that reminded us both of how perfect ours almost become. Her song blended in with the sound of the tides along the shore.

It felt like spring time on this February morning
In a courtyard birds were singing your praise
I’m still recalling things you said to make me feel alright
I carried them with me today
Now

As I lay me down to sleep
This I pray
That you will hold me dear
Though I’m far away
I’ll whisper your name into the sky
And I will wake up happy

Thoughts of how we first met came to my mind. Of how we really connected to each other instantly. How her every smile brightens my day. Each word she would say were like an angel’s song meant to praise Heaven’s glory. I then bowed my head down trying to look at her but she were staring blankly at the sea.

I wonder why I feel so high
Though I am not above the sorrow
Heavy hearted
Till you call my name
And it sounds like church bells
Or the whistle of a train
On a summer evening
I’ll run to meet you
Barefoot barely breathing

As I lay me down to sleep
This I pray
That you will hold me dear
Though I’m far away
I’ll whisper your name into the sky
And I will wake up happy

I tried to utter a word, but I just ended up speechless. I didn’t know if it’s because of the romantic atmosphere or the faint Latin music playing from the pub behind us. The powdery sand on my feet calmed me. I told her I never wanted this moment ever to end.

It’s not too near for me
Like a flower I need the rain
Though it’s not clear to me
Every season has it’s change
And I will see you
When the sun comes out again

As I lay me down to sleep
This I pray
That you will hold me dear
Though I’m far away
I’ll whisper your name into the sky
And I will wake up happy

The sea, the sand, the stars, I would like to believe that they conspires us to be together… forever. But sometimes we have to be apart from each other because of certain issues, of other people whom we love, of love whom we embrace. Our fears, our dreams, our hopes set off along with the sun. And all we have is the moment we're sharing together. She taught me to love, to believe in myself... she taught me to trust. She taught me to be responsible and to be grateful of what I have. By that, i thank her for making my life a very meaningful one.

As I lay me down to sleep
This I pray
That you will hold me dear
Though I’m far away
I’ll whisper your name into the sky
And I will wake up happy

When the sun comes out again
I will wake up happy
This I pray

The Flow of life -author unknown

If the sky above seems cloudy,
And you are left out in the rain,
If you are searching for a rainbow,
But the colors bring you pain,
If your world is not revolving,
And there is no end in sight,
If you are looking for the sunshine,
But all you see is night,
If all around are smiling,
But all you can do is frown,
If you are tired of all this living,
When life just brings you down,

Then look beyond your teardrops,
At the wonders of this land,
The beauty of a flower,
Like velvet in your hand.
Feel the air around you,
The smell of new mown hay,
Laughing children in the park,
The innocence there at play,

Imagine floating with a butterfly,
As she flutters between the trees,
Or the whispers of the ocean,
On warm hot summer's breeze,
Think of the taste of candy floss,
As it melts upon your tongue,
Or the melody of morning birds,
As they greet each day with song,
Remember words of beauty,
Told in your mother's embrace,
Feel the gentleness of her touch,
As she softly kissed your face,

Seek the good within you,
Cast the clouds from your sky,
Don't look toward the pavement,
But hold your head up high,
Think not what life owes you,
But of all you have to give,
Forget about tomorrow,
Then you can start to live.

So Bless this age your are living in,
With the gifts you can bestow,
Don't disregard the stream of life,
Go gently with the flow.

Rain Gently Flaws?

It was nearly mid afternoon. I was inside my car on my way to Monumento via Mcarthur highway, when I saw this crazy man causing a small build up of traffic because he was shouting at every cars passing by him in the middle of the highway. As I was staring at him he looked back at me and barked at me, “You! You cause the rain to bleed!” as I overheard him inside my car and after a few seconds he then ran.
I thought of rain bleeding and that of a shadowed figure of a crazy man shouting at me. And at that moment I asked myself what would cause the rain to bleed? Stream of Bloodied idea came to my mind as I cruise Mcarthur highway. Of how floods at Karuhatan and Marulas would turn blood red and a man with a staff would raise his hand to heaven and yell, “you are free servants of Egypt!” (Only that we are not in Egypt) or all white fitted shirts would turn pink when drenched by rain blood, or how would every typhoon would be classified as type b or type o (we would never have to worry ‘bout blood banks lacking of a certain blood type anymore ey?) or how aswangs would have their street party each time it rains.
Crazy as it may sound, a rain bleeding, is as absurd as war going on in Mindanao or the Philippine government (if there is any) trying to convince its people that the proposed VAT increase would not affect small people (who are you trying to persuade?). Of war in Mindanao and the VAT increase I think it would be a matter of time that the rain would bleed.