memoirs

How still steeled hearts appear,
How strange this mass of ancient memories and desires
In fact, a chamber of past pains and pleasures:
Once, doubtless alive and intriguing.

Such ancient memories and desires remain the same - untouchable & uncontrollable, all of them reclined in yonder deep recess.

I, reluctantly fear to see and to face those memoirs
even in the old accostomed ones I resent and step aside.
Too much to be buried and forgotten.
A plenty of love and passion to be alive and to be felt.
At twilight, when the sun goes down, I am sure some of my heart pieces are scattered into the deeepest silence of mine and such pieces reborn and then fears & sorrows are left behing and Joy rises all over again.

Gilbert Antonio
word maker