Wings of Words... ...

Opening the window,
The first light that shone on me,
The first sky I see,
The first thing I heard,
It's a voice saying,
" Good Morning...."

Eating my breakfast,
Bread with kaya,
Or perhaps,
A glass of "low-fat" milk,
I heard.. ..something,
It's the same voice,
" Enjoy your breakfast... ..."

When the fire of anger,
eats up my heart,
When my heart,
Has build its wall of ice,
When the melancholy of Macbeth,
Stores in my lonely heart... ...
The same voice... ...
slowly awakening,
" Peacefulness is what you need... ...,
Be strong!"

It's you,
The one that I've been cherished,
Your words are like wings,
Flying through ages,
Through torn pages of my memories... ...

Though you faded away,
But,
the presence of you,
your wings,
has carried all that I need,
To be stronger,
To be with you,
Always... ...