Blue Paradise

I miss the silent waves of the ocean,

The calming sound of the wind,

The serenity of the sunset,

As we're watching;

it slowly disappear.

I miss the good old days.

When you and me,

holding hands at the shore,

looking at each other's eyes,

No words come out of the mouth;

but million feeling is enough.

An overwhelming gratitude,

And an overflowing joy.

I miss you!

I miss the way we were,

When we're still together.

I miss you!

How I wish I'm still holding you;

but you are now in PARADISE,

That I called blue.

--By _JaiJai

Ronjo Cayetano, 25 years old, from the province of Oriental Mindoro. He started writing poems when he was paralyzed and considers this hobby as a medication for his soul; to overcome depression.