That Night

Iva Borja

In the middle of the crowd
I sat...
Still...
Naked...
People passing
People cheering
Blind.

Across the room
You stood...
Still...
Naked...
People passing
People cheering
Blind.

Only two people can see.

Guitars started playing
Drums started beating
The angels started singing
The song of love...

And in that room
We became one.
And with the melody
We stood close
Arms wrapped
Bodies mixed...
Oblivious to the echoes
Of the prairies of the night.

A vivid memory
Of the night of endless promise
Of the fools who rule
Of us...
... that night.

Published by Iva Borja

Communications Specialist, freelance graphic artist. With solid education and experience in the field of mass communication: journalism, advertising, public relations, events management, production, graphic...  View profile

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  • Josienita Borlongan11/27/2007

    Great poem!

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