Poem: If I were a river
By: April Mae M. Berza
If I were a river, I will choose
you as my destination, to flow
like the tears of the cherubs
one summer to quench the thirst
of the vineyards.
I could hear the orchestra,
your violin laughter and your piano
smile blending harmoniously
with my heartbeat that I tried
to tie my foot to the hills
like the marriage of smell
and touch.
The pain in my chest to find
you in the arms of the sea is
a stabbing, I succumb that I feel
the sorrow travelling in my veins,
I am alone in this journey,
alone in this journey.