by MARIA ALTHEA V. JAVIER
Beckoned by its abysmal towers
She trots into the ornate ravine
Lost in her own delicate pitter patters
As the visage of her, paints dull skies
As the thought of her brings forth life
Gazing from their supposed soiree
Delicate tugs linger within her heart
Following the lead of its thundering sound
She finds another way, deeper into the ravine
Towards what only her ambiguity could fathom
Farther from her fickle-minded heart’s home
Raging winds bring about a signal
As raindrops take over rock-hard banisters
As umbrellas decorate drenched grounds
She remains unfazed, time ever passing
In their makeshift soiree, she remains
From the stubbornness of her heart
Among what’s left of her distorted visions
Tears manage to wet dried banisters
Back in the avenue of beginnings
Back to the existence of nothing
It was only her that remained
To a distant laughter only she recognizes
To the ideas only she can give life to
To the void of her heart, she achingly tries to fill
May these mere visages keep her at bay
Until the ends of time
In her little soiree, she will remain F
