Liday Ti Kandela

CANDLEGRIEF

It is the Ilokano version of my poem,

CANDLEGRIEF

On this table for two,
my arms support the weight
of my forehead
plowing the wooden surface
and this candle before my head
is weeping and the tears,
like a river
strongly flowing
towards the sea.

(Is the salt my pain
and the tasteless water your feeling?)


The fading flame is so lonely
but still mirroring
brightly your face,
kissed by the thickening darkness
that drinks your empty chair in front of me..

( Did I come as a moth tonight
or am I really a moth as a powdery residue
of my sobbing blaze? )

I don’t hear any other sound
except that very sweet
melody of the band
but oh, how heartbreaking does it bring!

wall

Sorows Sadness Love Nothingness