I slowed down.

I took a deep breath:

One, two, three. . .

I approached the leather couch,

The ever welcoming couch. . .

Always after a day of hard work,

Hustling for a living,

And while Beethoven was playing—

Peace tucked me in.

-Revised and reposted-

When the sky would stop looking down at the sea;

When snow would fill all summer and file up on roofs, on roads and trees;

When no love song to listen nor to sing;

When no roses and chocolates in Valentine’s Day nor any blooms in May;

When lizards would speak and stand up for what they see;

When crickets would pay silence:

For longing hearts hanging onto to their dream, . . .

I’ll be over you.

YouTube/Toto/I’ll Be Over You

My late father might come back to life,

Find the closest slipper he can grab:

And I’m sure I’m going to get it;

And it’s not just going to be one.

To be clear:

I am not snob neither,

I am not “high nose.”

The problem is:

You asked me to follow you twice, why?

There are norms and S.O.Ps. here,

But there’s no need for WordPress 101.

Just keep blogging.

Make it interesting.

Be sincere—

And the rest would follow.

Kudos to your hundreds of likes

And follows!

P.S.

Pardon me for the late response.

Thank you!

Sincerely,

Aina

Dearest ‘Nay and ‘Ma,

Words would never be enough to thank you for the love and all your sacrifices.

You’re heroes to our family and I wish I have better ways to show my love and appreciation.

I love you so much; and may God bless you always.

With all my heart,

Aina


 

 

Is the strongest imprint of you

That you can leave behind

And subtly rally for you

Even when you’re gone.

Joy: Taller than happiness, in three spells

life flourishes in simple things.

(Revised—originally published on August 14, 2019)

Longer days of the glorious sun

leaning into north

illuminating the earth so bright

bringing blue skies light up ‘til night.

And on the shore of Lanikai,

two bask in warmth:

Dare to bare—

they’re contemporaries of the golden sands.

The scent of ocean,

the tang of young,

the aroma of mustards and molasses—

In summer breeze, freedom is found.

Summer is a reminder

of the priceless human warmth

And that true joy lies in simple things.

Oh, I’m glad not to be grand.

YouTube/Cecilio & Kapono/Highway in the Sun