between the hills and the sea

between the hills and the sea,
your image appears
gracing the roads and highways
of a territory newly found
like a certain wind,
a beautiful wind.

and the clouds form pleasantly
your face
that has become familiar
in my every sunrise,
in my every dream,
in my everyday
filled by thoughts of you.

i touch the wind
and it seems like,
i am touching you.

today,
you have touched my heart
again.


July 13, 2008
Poetry on a busride
Negros Occidental