The Dollar Notebook

 The Month  of May 1973

This is the month of remembering

A scenario with life and love
A moment of passion burning
A letter we send through a dove.

The tidal wave of Zamboanga sea
Awaken us in our deep dream
Together the instinct is to flee
We swiftly sink down as a team.

And like seaweeds, our bodies
Float to the four edges of the earth
A roll of passionate eddies
And all the while someone has to search.

Then on the lovely frothy shore
We are holding a lovely red rose
Seems to be waiting forever more
Therefore it is, and how it goes.