I wish your sunlight would send me the rainbow
So colors would emerge from the shadow
Where some seeds of hope would sprout and grow.
The broods would take their flight on the morrow
I’ll set myself free of fears and sorrow
And watch the greens of trees through the window.

I wish to bring you the shy smile of dawn
Show you color palletes of my own;
Write you poems more precious than a rhinestone
You’re my oasis in a deserted dune.

But if the shadows of my doubts and fears
Would not cease to blur my vision,

I just want you to remember.

If you decide to go and leave me,
Please leave your sunshine with me.
Promise, my love would stay radiant as today,
Even if your sun would set in me.

You’re the one that made my heart happy.
It would thirst for you eternally.

Come with me let’s chase forever
Flowers would bloom with our laughter
In a new day of spring of endless summer
Rains would bathe our hearts with gentle showers.

Come, make my meek abode your shelter.
And together we’ll live happily ever after.

Permit my soul to croon you a love song.
Open your heart to me so I could hear
The rhythm of your soul I’d hum along.
For Our hearts blend well in duets dear.

My sweet paired rhymes proclaim our love’s essence
And you’ll be the voice behind my verses
For melodies define our existence
That would soothe every listeners’ senses.

Angels usher us to our destiny.
Heavens paired us in perfect harmony.

It is turbulent outside;
I am motionless inside.

I delight to the sight of the sparkling waters
confined on the tips of the leaves
and that magical moment when the gentle breeze
shake the lucid liquid beads off the trees.
Below are streams of rain water collected into small pools
in the concrete pavement that drain to the gutter,
to the directions I wouldn’t know.
I listen closely to the refreshing sound of waters
rushing down the spout near my window
as I block my ears from the much louder
and annoying noise of the down pours hitting the roofs
and the grounds that now release that sweet scent of the earth when it rains.

The chilly feel,
the soothing sights,
and sounds, and smell of the rain
calm my senses.

The heavens bathe the trees again.
Quenching the thirst in our hearts
and bring our wilted souls back to life
so our petals display their rich colors once more.

The heavens wash the pavements
and the gutters and flush the arteries of the city
from the clotted debris draining them to rivers,
and lakes, and oceans and the filthy sins of the city
dissolves and forgotten in nature’s forgiving heart.

Silently I, too,
let the rain carry my own sighs
down the drain and I felt the cleansing of my heart.

And the rain stopped.

I watch the faint reflection of twilight
in my window and let it in.
The view gave my soul a certain peace.

I am a better me like a cleared window pane after the rain.

Between reading and the silence,
the memory of the fireworks return flaring in my mind
with the flickering headlights reflected in the walls.
The frantic mood and sounds,
the glowing faces and sparkling eyes
of the crowd watching the colorful burst of light in the evening skies.
A fleeting treat to the eyes that stayed only for a brief moment
and then dissolve with the smoke clouding the horizon.
What’s left are memories that the crowd take as they slowly parade home.
Often, I feel like the fireworks.
Things make me float in the air,
seeing colors of temporary bliss
and then gone dissolving in the air
like smoke clouding my hopes.
What’s left are memories.

Between the silence,
between the lights
and shadows of last night,
the memory of the flickering headlights of traffic returned.
The sounds of vehicles’ coming and going,
you could not tell the difference.
The city never sleeps.
It goes on no matter what,
even if somewhere some people are happy, or sad, or hurting.
The traffic doesn’t roll to a halt even when you’re tired but can’t sleep.
The city would not cease to move
even when love opens or closes its door on you.
It goes on even if you continue to struggle
to take grasp of life or find a sudden enlightenment
from the brief reflection of headlights on the wall and then gone.
What’s left is emptiness.

Between the silence,
lights, and shadows of last night
I awake. I’m not sure if I even slept.
With the cries of the birds taking flight
in the early morning skies where the fireworks
dissolve leaving only hints of memories
in the thin clouds floating,
in pastel colors signaling daybreak.

Between the silence,
lights and shadows from above,
the birds look down to the city that doesn’t sleep,
they know the terrains below, much more above them.
They know that the city lights and the fireworks are temporary,
the birds know better.
They have seen what we neglect to see.

Watching the sunrise
that peered through the city skyline,
I briefly saw what guide the birds’ flight every morning.
Colorful than the flares of fireworks,
brighter than the flickering headlights.

If we’ve stayed a little longer
after the fireworks dissolve
with the smoke in the evening skies,
like the birds, we would have seen the clouds clear in the horizon
and above are the real fireworks that are constantly there.

Because if we stayed long enough,
we would have seen the stars
and they are there forever.

Because if we stayed long enough,
we would have seen the stars
and they are there forever.

I always revere the morning, alright!
But not as intense the way it is today.
I see every little gifts somehow,
That each morning unfolds to me now.

My eyes are astute with colors, I know.
But not keen as my eyes now do.
I now see the silver lines in blue.
It’s not color blindness,

Don’t get me wrong, please no!
I just see the brighter side of life now,
And these are all because of you.

The sun now peeks through the mountain ridges.
In hand is my pen,
And you’re in my mind again.

I’ve got to go on with changes.
You’ve got to know what exactly are these.

As I open my eyes to start the day,
I find things at the right places
As if they were all prepared for me.
I’m not sure of this exactly.
Have I look at them now differently?
Well then, I must really be so lucky.

Before, I would just drag myself out of bed.
Rise from my slumber with an aching head.
I’m up, but I would rather stay in bed.
There was no reason to wake up anyway,
Or move on and live.

But now, rising is easier for me.
Having you in mind changed everything
My thoughts, my life, my morning

You’re the reason I wake up every day.
Isn’t that wonderful?
It’s great, you see.

I’ve disclosed to you how I wake up.
Today, I’ll reveal how I’ve almost stopped,
In the verge of giving up.

The agony is intense
The hurting is within.
I am sweating so cold that I almost give in.
I saw the light slowly dying.
My heartbeats are slowing.
My soul is dying.

This is not the first,
But the worst for some time.
I feel numbed, and I don’t seem to care.
In one brief instance,
I was almost there.
But something has changed within me.
I’m surprised I thrived today.
I heard my inner voice begging me to stay.

I gather my strength and just breath.
Darkness is behind me, the lights are ahead.
It’s your love that saved me from death.

You are my spring time.
Enough said.

I was given a second lease of life, another chance.
I will not stop, I will go the distance.
I will chase my destiny,
My sails are ready.
I will reap sweet victories,
For you are with me.

In moments of uncertainties
Someone is ahead to pave my way.
He clears the narrow arteries,
He builds bridges for me.

He is my life raft in the rough seas;
My compass when terrains are hazy.
I fear no more my journey’s dark alleys,
For God lights a candle inside me.

My thoughts of you
Woke me up today.
You’d think, there’s nothing new
It happens everyday.
But listen, there are more changes in me.

You made me smile, it’s more than that
You’re the source of my laughter.
You ease my sorrows, it’s more than that
You made my days and moods brighter.

We become closer each day, it’s more than that
We get along so well like brothers.
You’re my friend, it’s more than that
We’re like secret lovers.

The morning turns exciting, it’s more than that
Each moment is exhilarating.
I have good night rests, it’s more than that
I’m at peace with God, you made my heart sing.

You’re more than everything I asked for
You’re more than anything I need.
And still, you’re more than all that.

I’ve lived my life for no reason;
That’s how it used to be.
But now each moment leaves a lesson
You changed me all the way.

You’re in every speck of me
In my art, in my dreams
You’re in every details I see.

I see your face painted in the flowers,
I feel your essence in the air I breath.
I see your eyes sparkle in rain showers,
You’re a gemstone in the sands of myth.

You pulled me up from a muck,
You released me when I was stuck
The better side of me were unlocked.

Looking back from where I started,
You enriched me completely, indeed.
For one, you’ve made me said
All the things I’ve ever wanted.

My mind in bondage has been freed.
The restraints in my heart I once consented
Have been emancipated.

It’s great to think with a free mind;
It’s wonderful to love with an unrestrained heart.

A new beginning has dawned today.
You are God’s precious gift for me.

There’s a finale to every story
In changes, mine will end differently.
My love-tale will evolve incessantly.
Till death it will grow in you and me.

There is one more thing I want to tell you,
But I will just save that for tomorrow.
But I’d like to share one last thing with you

I started this journey blind.
There is no map for me to guide.
I only have you in my mind,
And my faith in God to ride.

The circle is now complete
Changes have reached day eight.
The winding roads are now straight ~
Changes unreeled our love’s fate.

What remain constant in this world are changes.
I can’t contend with life’s realities.
Love alone can defy all these.
I have seized forever in eight days.

You helped me embrace life completely.
A brighter tomorrow with you, I see.
You can be certain of this with me.
I feel stillness of heart with you today.

And now, what’s left for us to do
Is to make eternity come true.

A turtle slowly prowls in a swamp
Disturbing the resting fishes
On the shallow waters.

Somewhere, you are confined
Asleep in your room dreaming.
While I stay awake questioning.

Am I part of your dreams tonight?
Would I take part in your life
When you awake in the morning?

The night ends
With the owl catching no mice.
The fishes has gone to The deeps,
But the turtle hasn’t reach where it’s going.
Just like me with my doubts never fading.

But nevertheless always wishing
That one day I’d stop questioning
And to The deeps I’d just let the fishes
Swim.

At night, I light a lamp
So even in the long dark hours
The little spark of my thoughts of you
Could light the moment
As I read my life’s pages back
To the times
When you were still with me.

If you need a quiet place,
A perfect haven to rest;
Come let me be,
You can lie on my chest.

There you will hear a single sound,
A love song at its best;
It’s there that you will hear,
The whisper of my heartbeats.
Hey, stay with me
And let me be
Your quiet place to rest.

The tiny currents sent genial waves
To my dormant heart.

Errant bird of my past
Look what you did to me.

I have dreams for you and me,
But you seem to think differently.
I tried to reach out each day,
But you never felt the same way.

I guess it’s time we go on separate ways.

As we step on to the roads
That will split our paths,
I wish you well, God knows,
I have loved you enough.
For all the moments we once shared,
In my heart I will keep that.
You will always be safe here
In the strand of my memories.

Even if you have long forgotten

Our Story.

My eyes trace the silhouette of a tree;
It’s there, but like you, I no longer see.
You’re into places since I set you free.

Tonight, as I rove to the land of dreams,
I hold your thoughts close, afraid to drop you
And lose you in to dark streams.
Often I doubt if you keep me that way, too.

Tomorrow, when the sun would rise again,
I pray there’ll be no clouds, and will not rain.

Even when you were just about to bloom out of the bud I conceived from a leaf I shed, I knew by maternal instinct, that your fate would be different. You attracted a bizarre mob of insects: bees, bugs, ants, butterflies. They all feasted on your sweet nectar. The wind stole you kisses morning and night, and along carried your fragrance too distant. Perhaps, your spirit had reached faraway lands and shores even as a child. You were destined to travel, you will go places.

I cling to you the longest. You mellow in my nourishment. I wanted to embrace you forever, but I know, I could not. The hardest of all my tasks is knowing that I have to let you go when I’m done with my duty with you. I fear that that day, I dread the thought. I stayed awake day and night to guard you. I loath the winds for they might snatch you out of my grip. I curse the insects for they are taking too much of you. I resent their careless and harsh advances. Because I know, being your mother, that you would live a life far more than all that.

But you are already sturdy as the tree that you would become early on. I am relieve from all my anxieties as you surpass, surviving your initial tribulations. I am proud watching you metamorphose into a tiny precious fruit. I cherished our moments together.

We danced and flirted with the winds. At night, we counted and wished upon every stars. We revered the beauty of wild flowers and sniff their exotic perfumes that permeate the gardens and the fields. I welcome the birds that serenade you on my branches. I nourish you with crystal clear water of springs that my roots sip from the nearby streams. I catch and gathered the dew in my leaves to bathe you in the morning. We are cleansed by the cool pristine showers of the rain. The sun keeps us warmth and dry. I ask the sun to smile at you, but at noon, I leaned over a canopy of my leaves to shield you from the scorching heat of midday rays.

We marvel at the gifts of every sunrise. The sunset blesses us with tranquility and peace. On quiet moonlit nights, I rock you on my cradle to sleep. I watch you close in you slumber, as I sung you lullabies. My soul feels glad at your existence, my heart leaps. I caress your face tenderly with my leaves. One touch, and I felt bliss.

You’re more than everything I asked for,
More than anything I need.
You are my son, my beloved.

Her lullaby fades as she kiss her angel goodnight. She closes her eyes wanting to freeze the moment, but then she, too, falls into a deep blissful sleep.

You breathe me life, so I may live,
You’re the reason that I exist.
You are my mother,
My life, to you I am indebted.

Things are sometimes better understood when left
Unwritten, or left undone and remain unspoken.

They are immortal not in pages, not in words,
Not in works of my hands.

They are engraved forever
In my heart.

I smell the earth’s intoxicating scents
Brought by the swift pouring of april rain.
I seize the boon after the solemn lent,
The earth exults, now my re-birth will reign.

Brilliant drizzles of crystal clear raindrops
Quench the the thirst of the fruit trees of summer.
The rain showers refill the plants’ sweet saps
That would make season’s harvest juicier.

A damselfly alight on the reed’s blade.
Pellucid mist caught on its net-veined wings.
Raindrops form pools in the forest’s glade
The earth’s bosom bears the heaven’s blessings.

The rain stops and winds blow the clouds away
To bathe other grounds with April shower.
I’m enriched by my silent reverie.
It’s time I bequeath the cavern’s shelter.

I wish when April rain reaches your place,
You would pay attention and seize its grace.

The dainty sunshine lights my face,
And the spider webs
On the twigs in front of me.
There’s really nothing in my head to write,
So I opened the windows of my mind
And the door of my heart
To weave glossy web of thoughts
To invite and capture
Lavish summer inspirations.

I listen to the rustling sounds
Of leaves as the winds blow
Through the garden’s green roofs
Their reflections move on the pads
Like mystic shadows tracing my writings,
Flirting with my thoughts.
Scents of flowers wafting in the air.
Enticing incessant winged bystanders
Bees, butterflies, grasshoppers ~
They signal summer!

Random summer thoughts swarm my mind,
So I open the draperies of my heart
And tie the curtains apart
To welcome showers of summer inspirations
Bathing my fiery soul with cool emotions.

The birds’ repertoire are unusually merry.
They seem to rejoice with my company,
Or perhaps it’s my heart I’m hearing
In tune with the beats of summer.

Outrageous blooms of orchids
Against the white wooden verandas
Festive contrasting colors
Treat the eyes with priceless raptures
Make one crave for summer flavors
Coconut juice, fruit shake, iced cola
Water melon, pineapple, mangoes, papaya

Clear shallow puddles
Fishes feed in the harbor
Off seas, the fleet goes.

Land of Childhood Dreams
Hedged in by enormous seas
Butterfly alights.

Cool winds from the west
Carrying the scents of pines,
Entice the palm’s fronds.

Rare pearl of south sea
Strewn on far off foreign shore
Conspicuous gems.

Odd drizzling showers
Frozen waters on brown skin
Drenched soul, shivering.

Sweet tropical fruits
Food for migratory birds
New trees in new lands.

Foreign busy streets
Teeming with nameless faces
Alone in the crowd.

Arriving sandals
Carry specks of home
Brown shoe-tracks on snow.

Sweating hands, labored breathing.
Heart’s aching, and restless feeling.
Dehydrated thoughts, bloodless pen.
Lost for sound words to be written.

Dying spirit of a lonely artist;
Hope is out of sight.
There’s nothing left, but to embrace the light.
Death it is not, it’s life.
Happy is the artist whose soul
Has embraced the light.

Nimble hands, rhythmic breathing,
Agile heart, and soaring feeling.
Fertile thoughts, and blood-stained ink;
There’s no more words left unwritten.

Strew of colors inside a fecund mind,
Where a painter hides.
It’s where poems and vast ideas reside
This meek writer’s life.

Keep the heart warm, satiate the eyes,
Feed the mind, embrace the light.
Set your spirit free!
Embark your soul to an exciting flight

I’m known to be always in control,
I’m independent minded.
I maneuver my own life,
never afraid to plunge into the ocean of uncertainties
but when it comes to love,
I chose to stay in the harbor.
Love, like anything else,
is a game of chance,
you gamble and you put your heart at stake.
It is not really fear that’s stopping me
that could be when I was younger.
But now, that’s not really the reason.

This is the time of my life
when I already know how to choose my battles
so I don’t rush anymore into something that’s not worth it.
That, I think, explains why
I remain an observer,
still unattached and why I choose
to remain a silent spectator
at this point of my life.
I view a quite different side of love from this angle,
not too many would understand me
especially in this age when people
get hooked to anything “instant.”
I’m not coward, or jerk
or something, don’t get me wrong.
No. I’m a risk taker in other fields but not with love.
I place love in the highest esteem,
I vow not to play with it.
If I find somebody who would share
to view love this way from this angle,
I would be glad to gamble.
It is only then that I would finally place
my last card on the table,
it is only then that I would gamble
my heart and take on sail.

It is for this reason
I listen to the whispers of my heart,
the silent spectator.