JULY’S SUMMER

Armida C. Merciales

Drip, drip, drop Just this time, make it stop Drip, drip, drop memories, slightly coming back

Cold, wet breeze tickles my nose I remembered it well last summer on July Like how fearlessly the wind blows a brave little sparrow that takes flight The clouds are crying but not of pain They are crying to make themselves free Tears will create a jeweled morning A little sparrow told me so Come the ripples, touch my soul, Listen my heart feels the

music flow. Each drop, wildness of the rhythm’s move, Close my eyes, yet there is still sorrow

This moment alone, a vision, a memory, Perhaps it will be dried with the morning sun. But for now, my soul is alive my heart holds true, A slight tear in memory of you. I remembered it well last summer on July How the rain dripped, dripped, dropped The memory of you just wouldn’t stop And how my heart ripped, ripped, dropped.