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.

A 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
A lady is holding a red rose
Surely waiting forever more
Therefore it is, and how it goes.