August Musings

Hello my friend. It's great to see you again.

August has nearly flown by this year and I would not have been able to make this entry had I not chanced upon this blog of mine in my laptop's bookmark. Looking through the entries, it made me feel that great longing to write again.

My last post was way back in 2014 and a lot happened since then. Somehow, they have not been able to find their way here---mainly due to my busy schedule, daily distractions that keep me from organizing my thoughts, or even the lack of compulsion, or should I say, inspiration to write.

But here I am. Ready to get back in the saddle.

It is felicitous that I'm doing this at this time of of the year, August being my birth month. This will be my 40th August and somehow there's this feeling of starting over. Life begins at 40, as the popular saying goes.

Here's to more adventures along the way. Let's ride!

 Evermore

 

I was the one who had it all
I was the master of my fate
I never needed anybody in my life
I learned the truth too late

I'll never shake away the pain
I close my eyes but she's still there
I let her steal into my melancholy heart
It's more than I can bear

Now I know she'll never leave me
Even as she runs away
She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me
Move me, come what may

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I'll fool myself she'll walk right in
And be with me for evermore

I rage against the trials of love
I curse the fading of the light
Though she's already flown so far beyond my reach
She's never out of sight

Now I know she'll never leave me
Even as she fades from view
She will still inpire me, be a part of
Everything I do

Wasting in my lonely tower
Waiting by an open door
I'll fool myself she'll walk right in
And as the long, long nights begin
I'll think of all that might have been
Waiting here for evermore!

 Lyrics from "Beauty and the Beast"
Performed by Josh Groban
Music and lyrics by Alan Menken and Tim Rice

"Hold on Tight"

To Papa, who loved his family like a treasured gift, who disciplined, who protected; who gave everything that he could for us to be everything that we are...Happy birthday! We all love and miss you.

There are days when love is quiet. It does not shout from mountain tops nor seeks attention. It just is. Some days love makes you feel sheltered, like a soft blanket on a cold rainy day. It is always there keeping you warm in a gentle embrace as you move through the days and nights of your life. So you see, love can be many things. Even when I don't write my thoughts in words or poems, remember that you will always be a part of me, that part that always calls me home at the end of the day.