When I Arrive There.....

even if i have not seen your scars
they will always be there

you do not have to say a story
how each scar was once a wound with all its pains

our instinct is always to hide them
for who wants to be reminded of those stabbing nights?

when i arrive there it will be another full moon
the sea will be as calm as silk and silver

do not serve upon that tray some pieces of broken dreams
there will be a proper time for all of them

it will be good if we deviate sometimes on those memories
of laughter and child-like innocence

when we were young climbing upon those trees
gathering the ripe fruits and then eating all of them

luscious pulp, sweet juices upon our tongues
freed for the worries of old, dead anxieties, alive on some hopes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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