To Be What I Am

2010-12-17T16:08:00.003-08:00

A writer without a pen,

a guitar without a string,

a lover with no one

not even a fling;

a man so poor and so alone,

would he still be happy?

Could he still sing?

I may have nothing,

I maybe unfortunate

and forsaken;

but if I have to choose

between the grandeur of this world

and what God had given me,

then I would still be wanting

to be like what I am today.

I would be

like the one who
in silence is entertained

by the laughter of ''the wind''.

And who could resist the allurement

and rhythm of the pouring rain?

The soothing flow of endless river

tamed my wildest dream

and nourished my veins.

And at sunset as I talk to God,

The Sun-God shows me

the masterpieces

that he paints.

At night I'm thrilled

by the horrifying cry of the wild;

fear has a reason

and darkness gives me a hint,

by showing me some images,

of the other side;

As I lay on the ground

close by a cliff enjoying

the astounding beauty
of the benediction moon;

I reminisce the neon lights and the music

of the nearby town, which was once mine

and still awaits my dominion.

ArlenKaliFuentes

10:25 AM 4/15/2010

Fear has a Reason