Mirage

I felt so real, It was real. Yet, only for me.

I should have asked

Ligaw

I study the landscape's many turns and blind corners.  
There is no way to measure my steps -they will never be calculated.

No road signs and no maps. 
Clearly, the path to take cannot be plotted alone. 

I take in the scenery.  
Nothing known to my eyes.  
I listen.  
Towards where does the North wind blow?

I scour the night sky and consult the stars.  

There in the heavens is written your name.

Venture blindly or on instinct? The unknown terrifies me. 

I freeze.

I close my eyes

I listen