valley morning sun

heat in the morning from the sunny side up plates in my table, yolks are

as yellow as the

valley morning sun. keeps me standing, looking far, beyond,

i see the few fresh rays of

a lovely morn

creamers, sugar, bitterness of beans brewed, aroma

as dark as the fading dawn, silenced by the

valley morning sun. 

illuminating, trapped amidst Bernardos

and Sierra Madre, and heights of Antipolo

rising valley sun, 

keeps me, on the run.

was i born, in a valley somewhere north

and now lived, valley still,

amidst a busy new world

and now I live, valley still,

savoring still, freshness and dews,

rising valley sun,

valley morning sun,

you are my homerun.