Damselflies And December

Memories of
those Damselflies
cannot be
written in a
beige sand.

I spent a
December afternoon
lost in
the reminiscences
of those Damselflies.

Every December,
I wait
to watch
those Damselflies dance
to the
echoes of
your laughter
while you
tell me
how the
first snow
falls over
where you are.

Amihan carries
a story--
a Tagalog folklore
that makes me
envision the
shapes of
the things
to come.

No matter
how much
Mnemosyne
personifies memories,
she will
not be
able to
create tragedies
that can
make Damselflies
hibernate in
the caves
of your
long lost
December reveries.

The colors
of those Damselflies
are stunningly vivid.
(No one
would have
ever thought
they have undergone
incomplete metamorphosis)

In order
to understand
how dreams
are created
to be distant.
I will
continue chasing
those Damselflies
and wait for
the day
you whisper
in my ears
how the
sun sets
everytime
December ends.

--- Written for Baby Rainbow's Double D Challenge :))