did i tell you once that i also like to become an echo?
that i like to ask the simple question to the mountain
like: Hello? Is there anybody there?
as though, there is this scene that the world has ended
and i am the only one left,
and there is nothing but smoke and emptiness,
boulders of rocks with not a tree to accentuate the final scene of survival,
or a moss to tell me that life still exist
on a creek without a single dew on its priceless pebble,
know what? i am happy today to know that you are still there
so far away like an undiscovered distant planet that the light years
have not known yet to measure
i know that somehow we share the same madness.
Poetry.
know what? Be happy too.
I have someone else.
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hello-there-anybody-home/
