Deja Vu (I have been here before)

Deja Vu (I have been here before)

by Kamila More Cabisada

Leaves brown and curled
Fall on my backpack
Dusty summer roadside
I see you now, Footpath

Look once, twice, thrice
Up close and discerning
Cut-outs, forms, lines
On blank papyri, swirling

Wayward ink bottles
Jive wildly in the sun
In heaps they all fall
By the wayside they call
All spent and wasted and numb

Familiar quaintness
Transfixing glow
I see you now, Footpath
I have been here before

footpath wallpaper

Irena, Won’t You Sing for Me?

Irena, Won’t You Sing for Me?

by Kamila More Cabisada
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Irena, won’t you sing for me
The day is almost done
I see the sun’s long, glist’ning rays
Upon kissed altar stones

They bid goodbye to Daylight’s glee
As Dusk crawls in to keep
My world in constant pace despite
The tasks in mounting heaps

Irena, should you lose your song
Don’t weep, sky-speckled friend
For I have one to comfort me
And croon with Love no end

Like yours, her ballad fills my life
With harmony, pure light
My aging pen is a nightingale
In the deadness of the night.

irena bluebird