Perfect Moment
How I wishFor the perfect moment
To commence
As I sit down here
Waiting for friendship
To begin
Hands striking three
While music plays lazily
From the guitar strings
This sun shining
Its mightiest glory
Waiting for
The perfect moment
To be perceived
By a thoughtful star
I've always been wishing
But how can that be
When the star is lost
Somewhere along the pages
Of illusion
Suddenly
An infectious laughter
Broke out
From their light-hearted manner
Secretly longing
I could catch the humor
But still I remain
The invisible cloak
To withhold
These flares of emotion
A harmless laughter
That initiates a loud roar
Assaulting my character
Of contrasting colors
Signifying disparity
That I could never belong
To their inner circle
Of utmost superior
This token of shame
From a cynical picture
Wishing I could be
That impossible dream
I've always been
Wishing.
Poetry by Joyce Negapatan
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Written on 2007-06-10 at 21:28
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