“O Captain! My Captain!”

our fearful trip is done… a poem by Walt Whitman.

Ah! Reminiscing my high school days when poetry became a part of my beating heart. A sheer look of the girl I so love…makes my tongue dripping with those exquisite words and began writing on a paper, tissue, leaf or whatever I can find. During the nights, dreaming of her smile makes my heart leap with pure happiness.

Earlier this afternoon, before retiring for the day because Ill be on a night shift, I watched a classic – “Dead Poet’s Society”. What a good movie indeed! Although, sadly it came to a tragic end but hey it inspires me to work those words again in my mind. To mingle with rhymes and the passion of creating poems. A rebirth of my hidden talent (if I still have it).

And oh, that girl in my high school days is now my fiancée and her name is Audrey Marie, hehehe, talking about the power of words, passion and love — poetry.

Now, back to work…

Waiting…

Dark, cold breeze against my bare feet.
Through this restless night, I wait.
Unfamiliar faces smiled and passed by.
Still waiting for you until the moon is high.
Here I am with my own will.
Wondering about you still.
When will you show me your face.
As the moon rises with grace.
I am still here and I am waiting.
I am waiting.