Espiritus

By Charlz dela Cruz

Espiritus is a chapbook of poems 

from the Otherworld

the Neverland  

to the Moon 

and Stars.
 

She dances with the devil

Every night, her soul leaves her body

and dances with the devil

They hang on a string of moonlight

and sway to a silent rhythm

He loves her

sometimes she loves him too

Nonetheless, they always dance the night away

and hold each other as if they were dissolving

Someday, surely she will dissolve into ashes and stardust

and he will have to dance alone

His hands will miss her hands

and his feet will search for her feet

But tonight is unlike any other night

They do not just float, kiss, and bend

for they shall dance to the edge of the world

Never to return.

She is burning

She is burning in beauty

yet she is not aware of it

Not aware that the whole world

is burning with her

Burning from her lips, burning

To her fingertips, to the trees

and the grass, burning

to my longing arms

It is I who see her burning

yet I who feel it

with every move

My eyes are red, my heart

swells, burning

each time the wind

strokes

her hair, burning.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlz dela Cruz
• Release date: Aug 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393459132

Charlz dela Cruz

Writer. Lawyer.

Book preview

She dances with the devil

Every night, her soul leaves her body

and dances with the devil

They hang on a string of moonlight

and sway to a silent rhythm

He loves her

sometimes she loves him too

Nonetheless, they always dance the night away

and hold each other as if they were dissolving

Someday, surely she will dissolve into ashes and stardust

and he will have to dance alone

His hands will miss her hands

and his feet will search for her feet

But tonight is unlike any other night

They do not just float, kiss, and bend

for they shall dance to the edge of the world

Never to return.

I watch as your fingers play

I watch as your fingers play with sunsets and sunrises

Indeed, time cannot tame a beauty that is already in fire

Naked as the earth, naked as you are

Taunting the skies, your soul spills out of your body

How can anyone love you without form or pride?

How can I not think that you are made of dreams?

Day by day, I tip my hat, with my heart inside

to grace your stars — even the trees bow down with me

In haste, I scatter petals of roses to herald your every