Twelve Thirty

My nape touched the pillow,
And my eyes came to rest,
To see the green stars,
Glow above my head.

Everything seemed usual, orderly
And yet there's something I feel
Every twelve thirty.

A distant karaoke hums a love tune,
Its faint melody sank in my mind.

A motorcycle, a van, passing swiftly,
The cold air at the tips of my toes,
And the coconut leaves that swayed.

The loud ticking of the clock,
The face of my bears caressed
By the yellow light.

In these moments I feel
That life is fleeting,
And tomorrow won't be the same.

In these moments I feel
A sense of completeness,
Yet a hollow space longing
A dream for my future.

I close my eyes once more
And whisper a prayer in my mind.

Tomorrow is a gift
And each day is beautiful and complete,
As long as I keep on trusting, hoping,
Believing,
That someday, somehow
All my plight will cease,

Because His open eye and loving arms
is my constant peace.

I close my eyes once more,
And it's one o'clock.