I Can Also Write in Prose: A Poem--Reverie

I've always liked the word "reverie". I like it so much that I'm planning to crown my future daughter with such a name. Anyway, that's not my point here.


I am a writer of my college's school publication--Atenews--and a literary folio is released every year called the Banaag Diwa. It always has a theme and this year is "An end leads to a new beginning."


I finally got to pass something of mine this year! *insert deafening applause here* So here:

I stare at the night—as clear as day

Before resting my eyes on you, love

My loveliest and brightest star

With the glow as of a thousand suns

And a grace as of a thousand maidens

You enraptured my whole being

With one of your whimsical glances

And I continued to chase after

Your resplendent charms in the

Obstructed paths you’ve laid out

Alas, I am only but a sacrifice

To the crucible you’ve created

For me to swim against, survive against

But I shall, love, for the thought of you

Is the only light to my minute galaxy

Love, I have held the knowledge of this

Already being over before it actually began

Because the world conspired to give me this

Double stump which would eventually lead to

A fork in the road—to decay or to growth

With a breath as of a thousand sighs

With tears as of a thousand rivers

My forgotten and lonesome brightness

Before I turn to look at you one last time

I stare at the night—as desolate as hell

As the end of love signals the beginning of pain

I just made this last night/this morning, so forgive if it's crappy since my brain was probably not totally into it.

Sincerely,

A Frustrated Writer