+ To Miss Murielle Poem by Jordan Legaspi

To Miss Murielle


I saw you under the acacia tree
Thought gaze at the field empty
So deep yet so wild
The message your eye held

You press the wind feel the chill
Waiting for a moment less you kill
The silence comported the lonely day
I knew it but I don’t know why

The shades slowly gone my friend
But took not the chance at your hand
Off of you the best thing to do
Let go of her that consumes you

Yes I knew her from that very tree
I remember the lash green that gives beauty
While the minstrel sing the song
And the fowl dance along

But that was yesterday
No nothing left just the memory
Its trunk grew dry and very old
My friend her warmth turns so cold

But to keep the glum away, my friend
Lay a hand plant a tree-courage to stand
Bare not the senses and that misty lover
The love that flew once will bare flower


Note:
High School Memories in Immaculate Heart of Mary Academy
Quezon St., Mati, Davao Oriental, Philippines
1998 AD.