by Bettina Basilio

11:11 pm

Bettina Basilio

11:11 saw a night of isolation the hands of the clock being the only thing caressing my whispers of your name because some journeys are traversed over time rather than across planes.

Truth of the Leaves

Aubrey San Jose

Lustrous thousand leaves falling down Some of them swayed across the town Gently dancing like a falling lace Caressing my old wrinkled face

Oh such travels remind me of youth Back when up the clouds lie a truth: Truth of the world of ambition Which is everyone’s life mission

As these leaves touched like a dog’s paw I watch moonlit canopy draw Truth of the world finally sought It’s the one we considered as home—

Oh, apologies as I lost in wonder! From an old man like me who needs a slumber Just gently step on these leaves You’ll realize the bliss under your feet