Flavour of the Month
by Maria Isabel Cecilia Pascual
Yes, I know...
The flavor of the month thing,
It comes and goes just like autumn turns to winter...
Or as the sun sets not East but West.
Not a drop of rain I see,
Never a drop of tear dear;
Shall dampen this heart,
So fragile yet so fond of thee.
Like a book that can be learned,
Yet can be unlearned and forgotten;
Dusty and sitting in some corner,
I'll stay here and wait,
For the sun to rise again;
Or the moon to shine at night,
As the crickets sings their lullabies.
I'll just sit here and watch,
Lull myself through the rhythmic movement;
Of this faithful beloved rocking chair...
And let this fading lucid thoughts begone!