Poetry of the Day

Your Dimples

Upon Westminster Bridge
Is that a name?
I don't recall
Which wayward way
A thousand times
Must I go

Earth has not anything to show more fair?
Is that so?
Bemused may I be
To know your name
In all equations
It's just the same

But how am I
To know your name
If squandered be
In all eternity?

It has been such
A long, long time
Since I have seen
Your name
Etched in the sky
Buried in my heart

I long to see you
I ache for your dimples



--by Pauline Santos