Monthly Archives: April 2012

Horizon

There’s something

you still need to brush

with your palms, fingers,

every sense of touch.

 

Because you did not swim far enough,

for you, I will swim

to reach

what you did not.

 

Every ocean’s distance

I will shorten for you,

in my small pocket

is a hole to look through.

 

The view from a ledge

impatiently consumed,

to see, this time

the horizon reaching for you.

 

 

For he who wanted to touch the horizon

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/19/2012

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Sent

I sent you words

that left my door

open to you

 

They were not easy

but they were

 

Forward,

honest,

and sincere

 

And they carried

all of my vulnerability

beneath

their ink

 

They laid

dried upon

one sheet of paper

 

That I folded into

a crisp, white

envelope

 

Which is no longer in my sight

 

But will soon be

in your possession

 

For the same mysterious one

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/06/2012

The Code

I cannot seem

to break it

 

In the way

 

You think I know how

 

I can offer

only guesses

 

That result

from no longer

knowing you

at all

 

My speculations

are those of

 

A stranger

 

Whose ability to decipher

is laughable

 

And solely serves

as a prolonging

 

Of my hope

to be allowed

to know

 

 

For the mysterious one

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/06/2012

 

Lines

I often wish

that lines

could blur

 

Or sometimes

not exist

at all

 

If only to allow

the idea of

perfection

 

To unravel itself

enough

to admit

 

What it looks like

on days

when

 

The only thing

I really need

to see

 

Is the honesty

of a dirty face

 

And the foolishness

of  my own questions

 

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 04/08/2012