While My Kayak Gently Weeps Poem by gina layog

(INSPIRED BY THE BEATLES SONG 'WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY
WEEPS)

Shadows of winter, full blast,
Numbly, I succumb to morpheus's charm
Under duress, somnolence's catatonic 's few crumbs,
I can't afford the luxury to dream, a pupil of the forlorn,
Yet, haunted by the memory of that buoyant waters,
I regress, unleash this floodgates of tears,
Shadows of winter, full-blown attack,
Strip of my identity, I yield inevitably to its will.... until
Spring's pull, its cry, its song, may thaw the snow
Earth's cycle starts the spin, come full circle,
Baby's eyes of blue, begins a darker azure hue,
Spring's rain, the ebb and tide of spring's love,
The waters come alive, baby, it pays to bid my time,
Where do I put my feet?
To dance again upon the fragrant waters fleetingly
To float and frolic away once again, I flee
Towards where the sun sang a lullaby to me