I woke up a few minutes ago, and here I am, enjoying the soothing rhythm of the rain as it falls in the pavement below my second floor flat. It’s been too long since the last time I was able to write something. I have been trying hard to arrange some melodies but inspiration wouldn’t come.
I closed my laptop, and pick up the cup of tea that I’ve been nursing a while ago. The falling rain caught my attention and my mind drifts on like the raindrops falling outside.
The cool air coming from the open windows soothes and revives my spirit. I love the rainy days. I love to stay near my windows with the panes open, watching the rain as it falls, allowing the cool wind to touch my face like the soothing touch of God. I could lose myself into it, longing to get soak in the pouring tears of heaven with the hope that somehow, as the raindrops flows, it would take away the unwanted longing that had been flooding my heart for a while now.
On the other hand, the rhythm of raindrops sounds like the melodies of the songs I have written in memory of an “almost”. The breeze seems to tell me not to let go.
In moments like these, my eyes seem to merge with the clouds; pouring out the tears collected from moments of sadness, sigh, and longing for different matters that I held dear; blending with the rain to be one, flooding out the pavements of my life. I sit here again, while the rain serenades my longing heart.
With a sigh, I pulled my mind back to reality.
I put down the cup that I was holding and opened my laptop again. As I started to tap the keys, I felt the urge to write some verses and put on some melodies later.
However, I saw the file that I had been avoiding to open. With much courage, i reach for it. It would be different this time.
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Some things, especially the good ones, never last. Some did not even have the chance to start…
Dreams… memos from heaven, seed of purpose planted in our heart and mind; instruction and tasks born from our consciousness, these are just some of its facet. However, dreams are just dreams… Some people strive hard to make dreams happen; some are too afraid to try…they simply make these dreams a reality inside their mind. The fear of losing keep their hands tied up; and, as time roll by, these dreams fade away with the time.. Unrealized.
Wishes; are desires and sighs that spring from the deepest part of our hearts. These wants are like shots to the moon. Wishes are the keeper of thoughts, of realities that lies beyond the sea of dreams… Wishes resides with fairy tales, with princess and knights, with happy endings and ever after… and, just like dreams, wishes are just wishes… for, the key to unlock its own reality lies on another person’s hand; guided by the hands of time… If the Heaven so desires.
Dreams or wishes… both are the springs where possibilities flow. With hope and faith to tomorrow. We are but souls who can only try… with nothing much to lose. We only lose if we do not try. The dice are the chances; the bet is the future.
We can only do two things… to take the dice and make that toss of a lifetime, or put our hands in our pockets, not wanting to try…
If we only have the heart to seize each moment… to live each day exactly the way we like it; as if it is our last… to free our soul if it want to soar high… to be sincerely thankful beyond the act of graciousness… to learn from every reprimand… to slow down when warned… to bow down and seek for guidance from above…and, to Love as it springs from the heart.
I love as I feel it…
Though I learned not to hope
Beyond what I am seeing
I give Love without much worries
If it is indeed for keeps
If the future promise is eternal blessings…
The future will take care of itself. That is why today, I give love as I feel it… while it lasts.
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I do not want to think the possibility that you’re not real. I do not want to know either why things unfolded the way it did. Maybe I am afraid to know the truth. Whatever the reason would be, I know deep in my heart that Destiny took the reigns from my hands.
From here on, it is but right for me to face my own path. I’ll try not to look at each sunrise to come with hope to see you… I would try to stir my sail towards the future without expecting to meet you there.
Yes, I won’t let go, but at the same time, I will not nourish the hope of being with you in the days to come. I have surrendered my share about this to Destiny. If meant to be, Faith would lead our roads to cross in the future days to come…
©2007leofinajanegalleta
Leofina Jane
