He said: let us hold hands and dance under this moon.
Let us romance, forget that we are mortal beings just these few moments.
Listen to the whispers in the wind, tonight it’s our orchestra.
Let’s laugh till the stars envy our lustrous smiles.
He said let’s make history.
Start our own rhythm and forget the blues.
Yes we have woes, but can we forget that we are clothed in fitted suits called skin for this one night?
Let’s make room for our bones, even just a window for them to breathe.
Tonight, with the moon bracing us with its fullness, the sky is pulling all the stops in cheering on these glorious moments.
Let’s pretend like these streets are our own, the mood is already set.
With street lights as our dim lights, let us slow dance.
Let’s imagine that tonight, God decorated the sky just for us.
With this night as our witness, let us make something beautiful, he said.
Only, he didn’t.
Since the scene was already set, the moon above us, the wind whispering as we locked hands, I left it to my imagination to say these words. I guess that’s what they call day dreaming.
I pretended that for this one night, he was my knight. That he was the prince charming I had been praying for, the awaited answer that I had been asking for. So I convinced myself that this night was meant to be.
Yet this magical one night and my playing make-believe certainly tampered with the strings of my heart.
I toyed with things not meant for children. Sunk my teeth too deep too quickly, I gave my heart to him too easily.
Stupid butterflies that I entertained, look now how my heart got battered.
Needless to say, I’ve certainly learnt.
That God left me in charge of this organ so fragile, it’s up to me to guard it.
Put a fence around its chambers and remember that anyone worth it will break every fence till he finds it.
Better yet, it’s safer when hidden in the one who formed it, so I choose to let Christ safeguard it.
Like the rest of me, it was he who formed it so I’m not doing God any favours by letting him guide me.
I’m merely returning what was his to start with.
To do with it as he pleases, whatever his will, I’m certain it will appease me.