Through-Screen>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

i heard whispers from within
calling not, my given name
i responded with sweet grin
i should have whispered back
but fleeting, it join stars
so i open my window to gaze
upon empty sky for a moment
i miss singing birds, leaves
dancing with whim of wind

i look down waves kissing
an old rock, moss covered
bursting in spray forming
rainbow, so beautiful i saw
sand is calling my barefeet
to languish with softness
they can offer to everyone
tickles deep inside of me
i always remember... happy