In the midnight hour

​I know it too. 

To be scared of losing something before it begins.

Of never knowing the warmth of a touch upon yours. 

Of missing out on what could have been your best.

Come, let the night pass, the worry will too. And the light of the sun, when it comes, will tear at your distress and the ruling of the day will belittle these nocturnal thoughts. 

Let’s not heed to the call of the midnight hour any more. 

Let’s not be part-time poets and philosophers musing over thoughts that invite themselves upon the drop of silence. 

Let’s go to sleep. You won’t lose me overnight. 

Strong Woman, the song.

I wrote this a year back.

Mizael DeRosario composed the melody and lent his voice to these words. Thank you, Miz. Will always love you.

Posting this now isn’t a result of delay, it’s just perfect timing.

 

STRONG WOMAN

You know where your hair ends. And you know where your back begins

Under its horizons, where your blades sing

But only I know you

Were made for love

Parts and pieces I’ve seen as you show

Strong strong woman

Hand held out for me, because your touch heals

Wiping away hurt, you’ve stained my shirt. And I know you’ve been here before

Won’t you come here

I’ve written songs for you

Come like you always do

Strong strong woman

You don’t dance or sing

But I’ve seen your soul

And you’re beautiful

For a while and longer

Hold me and don’t be strong

Strong strong woman

And steal my eyes, take them with you

And show me perspective, a new world where I’ve always lived

And we’ll scratch our names everywhere

And on walls, I’ll paint your picture

And now, I’ve seen your core

And now, I know more of you today

Strong strong woman.

Body shaped to hold

Sold! I’m yours.