Charlz dela Cruz

a drop of water once spoke of a river a river endless as time its bright waters passionately streaming and waves ebbing a joyful rhyme you don't know you don't know how much my fingers bled when i removed the thorns from your heart you are you are         a rare creature   a myth        buried    in a secret page      of literature one day   the world will have        to dig in and exhume you     from my heart to see  how your soul spills   from your body              giving light      to the stars do not move a mountain do not move a mountain with your faith it is a crime only move me with your love and mountains will swim  across the oceans trees will touch the stars for even a rose could love a thorn if you were mine

A woman walked into a village bending on tiptoes, swaying to a silent rhythm A woman walked into a village Yes, that woman in a white dress, with gold, flowing hair A woman walked into a village A little boy watched her smooth and fluid steps An old lady by the hut saw her liquid motion The man tending the field was enthralled by her sweet and tender frame, face divine For who would not love a woman with wild eyes, body of fire? A woman walked into a village and soon enough, the whole town was dancing in a frenzy as if in a hypnotic hold or was it all just her beauty? A woman walked into a village and they all danced without end for days and days until a child fell dead on the floor, and then the old woman, the man -- everyone danced to death... The woman walked into another village and danced, and danced.