Rusted Gold Poem by Lovita Morang

RUSTED GOLD-[1998]
Lost myself,
Loving and caring;

A stranger-
In the vacuum of my imagination,

Touched over his shadow,
That befall onto me.

Shroud woven-A Gift,
From the thread of Gold;

For Love-unloved.

Must be rusted-The Gold.
Ungrateful-

Wished and prayed…
Unheard.

Shines invisibly,
A star…
Amidst the crowded stars;

I could gaze him in the daylight of my life,

Worshipping the footprints
Of a betrayed Love.

In shame, bathed in the sweat;
Of celebrated summer carnival...