Your World Haunts Me Still

I knew from the very beginning that I would miss you. You never quite believe me. You gave a faint smile when I told you that somehow I belonged to the country.

I felt hurt when your lips curled bitterly and said that I could not go on for a week without heeding the taunting music and glittering charms of the city. That I can not go on without mingling with the crowd in the business area. That I can not go on without meeting well diverse people to finish a transaction.

After all for almost a month, I can go without them now… but you never mentioned the challenge again.I learned to love your simple ways. Your rippling brooks, your vast fields and your world of mountains that roll on and on. I learned to appreciate the beauty of your sunset, for it’s a reminder that all of us will pass through this life, like the sunsets we will slowly fade away.

I like your folks traits and your star studded evenings. In the city, I seldom see the stars as it is defeated by the glare of the street lights. Here in the country, I can catch the moonbeam to my fingers when the full moon stands on its silver majesty. The golden sunset and the silver moonlight will be to us like magic only once in our lives. Nothing gold nor silver can stay, but in life when good deeds are engraved through somebody’s heart, it will never fade away.

So I think of you and make you my sole comforter when my world is crest fallen… when I am alone and deserted by my friends.Here in the city, I cling to those fleeting golden moments but in vain.

You are in the fields bending over yellowing “palay’. It is raining now but it matters not for I know your world and I sometimes wish I were a part of it.

Perhaps for a brief moment, I forget you when I’m in the midst of my friends, when joy and slaughter abound. But when I’m safely tuck in my bed, soft strains of a far away guitar fill my room and once again I know that i belong to your world.