Poem : “Frangipanis in Bloom”

Will you come?

When?

I am still here…waiting

And counting 

Sunrise after sunrise

Until it sets inside

My eyes

And I can see

The land drying and dying

The dust falling from the sky

Weighing on my shoulders

Will you come?

When?

Do you hear

The whistling of the bombs

The whipping and the cracking

The moaning of the dead

And the children who will not come

Are you afraid?

You shouldn’t be

I am here waiting

The nights disappear like bruises

Sorrow and pains

Like paper lanterns

Will fade away

One day…

I will advance in the shadows

Burying the past

And soon I know 

You will come

And all the ghosts in the sky

Will fly

And the smell of burning

Will become the scent

Of the frangipanis in bloom