In Between

by: Ronel L. Alijado

In a minute, his heart dwells in a cold dark desert;

Then, count from one to 60, you’ll see it in a dance hall.

In winter, then in summer;

On day, then at night.

Why does his heart’s climate change that way?

Seeing not completely the sun moves from east to west.

Only the sunrise, only the sunset.

Is there beauty in between?

How he longs to behold it!

Now, still no spring and no fall.

You only see his heart

With a blossoming flower or under a thick snow;

Come, and take his heart to be with yours!

And together you will watch what is in between.

“Now, please!”

Echoing unstoppably in his heart….