Reflecting on your quiet life…
Reflecting on your quiet life, I gaze at you in repose, your eyes pearls shaken loose from treetops, silvered.
Rain pelts our roof with pebbles as you drift into sleep, river brushwood rubbing shoulders with land.
Rising and falling, a cloud bumping over a mountain, your white arms. Turning, you exhale deeply. Mist gently pushes back your hair.
Wild brushstrokes of pillows and linens tumble about as children, their laughter, bolts of silk, shimmying.
Gazebo freshly planted, you wind your legs and arms about a trellis.
Let us be orchids who widen our filigreed faces, leaves tapering to wax points proffering greetings.
Nodding plants in a circle, we will dine with April as our guest, grasping his warm hands from the vows of dawn until the crown of dusk.
The sky is clarity,
The wind, perfume,
You, a comely valley
In a sunlit room.
The sun arranges flowers
Along a window sill.
Your vine ascends, curling
About an iron grill.
Our lives together…
Our lives together are braided vines.
We scale a wall watered by the sun,
Our roots meet in soil fed by rain.
Your arms in sinuous embrace
Lift us to climb ever higher.
Your eyes are nodding leaves,
Good fortune is the breeze.
Budding forth, your kindnesses
Let us bask in the day entering
As liminal shadows open shutters.
When the gardener comes by,
I will ask him to trim our love
So that it intertwines forever.
Gonzalinho da Costa is the pen name of Joseph I. B. Gonzales, Ph.D. He teaches Methods of Research in Management, and Managerial Statistics at the Ateneo Graduate School of Business, Makati City, Philippines. He is a management research and communication consultant, and Managing Director of Technikos Consulting, Inc. A lover of world literature, he has completed three humanities degrees and writes poetry as a hobby.