On the Cliff

My heart is pounding as I hurriedly climbed a steep elevation before the dawn.
The cold wind blew as I saw the sun hasn't risen yet from its sleep. I walked slowly towards the cliff facing the soon rising sun, feeling the soft and wet grassy ground that I am on.

The sea turned from dark blue to deep blue-green color as the sun rises in front of me while the wind is craftily playing my soft long black hair and my white dress dances on its music. The wind continually blows and blows as I stand patiently waiting on the approaching sun.

The sea birds fly, the sound of the sea reaches my ear like a lullaby and the warmth of the sun embraces me like it will never let me go. I smile at what beholds me at that moment. I close my eyes and smell the breeze of the ocean air - Salty yet fresh.

I looked behind my shoulder and saw a huge strong tree. I gaze back in front of me, now the light covers everything and I can fully see all the wonders that surround me. But I know something is lacking. Something is missing.

As I stood there waiting patiently, I looked down on my feet. The ground that was wet, now dry because of the sun's heat. I sat and huged my knees and drew something on the warm ground that I am on while the wind blue and the sun is on it's full light.

Are you at the same park?

I am sitting on a dark wooden bench under the big maple tree in a huge park full of walking people one cozy morning. I am reading a thick maroon Book that a good friend gave me.Every once in a while I check out on people strolling by while the gentle breeze of the morning wind touches my warm oval face and smelling the sweet fragrance of the big maple tree behind me.


Some people are busy with something or with someone but some people seem like not moving at all. I've spotted a young blond woman running towards the jampacked parking lot crying. Behind her was a young tall man trying to catch her what seems to me her cold hand but wasn't able to get it.


This park is so huge but full of people I don't know. Despite of them seemingly so tired because of walking and running, no one dares to sit by me. On my two-seater bench chair. No one even seems to bother to look at me. 

I change my gaze to the other side of the park and saw an old man smiling cunningly at what looks to me his wife. They're both sitting on a yellow table cloth under the shade of another big maple tree.


I look up and trying to see see behind the spaces of the maple leaves the blue sky and the fluffy clouds. I can hardly see the sky, so while the cool breeze of the morning wind kissing my soft cheek, I have decided to close my eyes. I wonder when will this bench be complete? Until when will I look at an empty space beside me? 


I am still holding the maroon Book in my hands and placed it close to my heart. While pondering on these thoughts, suddenly I've felt a warm water coming out of my almond shape eyes. Tears.

That day

I dream that someday
someone will give flowers to me
I dream that someday
someone will offer a cup of coffee to me



I dream that someday
I'll have someone to laugh with
I dream that someday
I'll have someone to share my life with


That dream may come true
and that dream may be today

Or tomorrow

I'll just let the sun shines
and moon fall
Until that day.. until that day