Cold Prints Poem by Ma Aileen Canizares Salibay

On the beach the sun tickled my arched lips;

Its brightness thawed the ice - cold heart inside.

I felt feather light drifting on the steeps

Though my feet weighed like in a tomb were tied.

I stood still barefoot on the tiny sand.

I wished to hear the music from your tongue

But the winds blew the lyrics on my hand.

It was a song no one has ever sung.

I made a few steps along the shoreline

Dropping my tears in the loud crashing waves.

And all those tears wrote a beautiful line,

A good message of love waves and heart graves.

Love is a music when perfect souls meet.

Love is a music when one gets cold feet.