Weary Knight

‘Hi’, you said
slyly yet unyielding voice
I have never heard.
Deterred,
couldn’t find my own words
but I smiled anyway.
Then suddenly,
it was eight years ago
when all was innocence
and bliss.
As if the universe is made
of lollies in all colors,
cotton floss clouds,
sun splashed red and yellow biscuit.
Running carelessly
holding hands with no urgency.
Whispering wonders
we never knew what they meant
and may never know
because I snap back to now —
breathing steadily
but shallow.
Gone are the naivety and prosperity
that once sphere.
Secrets remain untold
no one knew
but you and me.
I then seek you —
jaws chiseled
the way sculptor
wants his weary Knight.
Glassy eyes reflecting combats
fought under the moonless night.
Dignity that was once pristine now stubbled.
Unamended sentiments —
I wish time had a wheel
and turn back to heaven
filled with blue stars that lay
promising destiny.
But it doesn’t work that way,
and it never will.

– Danica Aquino

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Author: Danica Aquino

Tied the knot with performing arts since fourth grade; is an amateur writer (currently on her quest to writing her first novel); book and animal lover; always entranced by nature.

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