Aurora

i am writing a story
with him, i had in my night's dream
and how I found him one day
under the old fig tree.

it all started when i saw him one night,
the night was dark, and filled with lights,
he kissed me, and called me by--
baby; it was the first dream night.

then i was scared, and running away,
locked in a room, trying to escape,
i found myself flown under an old tree,
and in there, i found warmth and safety.

on a bridgeway, i was walking, trying to find answers,
i saw the moon, behind a big old tree,
i entered the door underneath, and i found,
things about someone who knew what care is about..

then one day, i found someone,
that someone - when i looked in his eyes,
it flashed, like a quick moment,
i felt like melting looking in his eyes.

it felt as if i have seen him--
but from where? was it like a fantasy,
Aurora fairy tale?
Like in my sleep, could it be, he?

now i write that story,
of how it came to be,
from the first that i saw him,
and every single night i dream about him.

Closer

Pulling me closer, when I look at him,

Right over the other side

I am so much lost thinking how to look at him--

--secretly, and steal a couple of minutes to look at his face.

Whenever he captivates me with his whimsical smile,

that it always makes me feel, I am in a fairy-tale;

I would love to stare at him smiling,

his eyes, his smile -- everything is just so magical.

I always keep on looking at him, from a distance,

And always happy to see him under the old tree..

He passes me by, glancing sometimes, smiling sometimes,

these times, though a few, are things I always recall at night.

I look away when he talks, afraid he would see

How much dreams I have with him, with me

I melt inside when he smiles,

and started talking to me, straight in the eye.

His eyes were brown, and the iris so deep,

like a gravity pulling me in,

It was like a dream, so far away

when his face almost touched mine, on that beautiful day.

We talked, he was sitting on his knees,

beside my chair. I turned to him and, 

it was such a sweet feeling, 

I was so much lost at his gaze.

Couldn't still believe his smile, and his eyes.

The way he looks from a distance,

Is way, way lovelier, and way, way, sweeter, 

now that we are closer, to each other's heart.

Dear old fig tree

Just how wonderful could it be..

when now again, it skips a bit...my heart,

whenever I look under the old tree,

it's where I see again, his wonderful sight.

Each morning jumps highwith a lovely sunshine,

that when I step outside my door,

I see him, on the tree, 

like it was before

Each day, as I walk across the lanes

my heart just melts as he passes me by

I couldn't walk closer, I am too scared

I cannot stare any little, I am too shy

When I lifted my head, much to my surprise,

I saw him looking at me, not knowing why,

He must have uttered a word, or five

But I walked away..too scared..too much

From a distance, on another given chance

I saw him walking, I stole a glance,

He must have known I am looking,

He looked at me, looking at him, and I felt so pulled in.

Chances are, and longer time, are things--

that I pray at night,

That I might have the strength to reach to him

,And start a friendship blossoming.

A beautiful wish, each time I stare 

at his lovely sight under the old fig tree,

That I might one day be his ride,

And with him, under the sky, every day and night..

Secret

Is it just time, or is it in time

Should I be thinking more, or keep things less

What is it about the word reciprocate

---a wish? a hope? a prayer? 

What is it about, 

when he looks in my eyes?

Is it the way I think, he reads

--a wish? a hope? a prayer?

When his words cut down deep

least of which he knew

Is it the same that he feels,

--a wish? a hope? a prayer?

How is it like magic,

when he laughs and smiles

What is it that I see, I hear?

--a wish? a hope? a prayer?

When in my dreams he appear

most often when I cry

What comfort does he give me?

--I wish, I hope, I pray-

When, I ask, myself, each night

Does he feel the same way?

And look at the old tree?

--I wish, I hope, I pray-

How do you call it,

when now finally he is near

he is here, and he is now

--my wish, my hope, my prayer

Would he feel the same way?

and would he look at the same tree, 

at the same love, and have 

my same wish, hope, and prayer?

Angels

As clouds move in, and I begin to fear

And I call up for God's love to be here

I pray for strength, and I pray for the sun shine

And God would send us His angels, to keep us away from harm.

A FRIEND (a parody on "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer)

I wish that I will always be
A friend as loyal as I can be

A friend whose loving arms are there
Against the earth's fighting flair

A friend who treasures you all day
And lifts your weak arms to pray

A friend who may always wear
A thousand smiles everywhere

Upon whose love seasons have built
Who ultimately trusts with no guilt

Poems can create a thousands parody
But no one could be a friend like me

When I look in those eyes

When I look in those eyes from here
I wonder if those would look unto mine,
The same way I do, and I wonder
If those would stare at me, whenever I do..

When it passes by, like wind, 

Like a soft breeze, like a summer haze

I wonder if the same air, is the same

He breathes, and kisses as he walks

When it shines, in the morning

By the old oak tree

I wonder if... I stand in there

Would I get a glance?

When I look into those eyes from a midnight dream

And I write this song, sing a melody

I wonder if...I sing 

Would he dare stop by?

When I look unto those eyes

When he is not looking,

Would he know that I am,

Falling and falling?

Canoe

Little steps unto the boat,

trembling feet walking in 

like narrow footsteps too uncertain

In a Canoe boat, sailing without Katig

sitting amidst serenity of clear river 

where waves paddle through 

And I close my eyes, when the boat starts tilting

because I know You hold me

and You walk me unto this water

No matter the thunder, that rumbles

and dark clouds

You are holding me in this Canoe boat

Until the shore that I see,

is just a little step away

from where I float with Thee

and Until I find that someone there

You have given, is waiting there

to hold my little hand walk me through my little feet..

Paint

i'll be painting you in black and white, in monochrome, and in sepia
like a vintage photo back in time,
i'll sprinkle the colors with oil and pastel
i'll make a canvass of sweet memories,
and keep it tiny, to fit in my bronze locket
that i may carry it, wherever,
and open it, when i feel small..
i'll fill the canvass with more than a rainbow's ray
because that's what i wanted it to be,
but i can only color it in blue fields now,
because life's knife has taken the green meadows i dreamed to walk with you.
I know you are now happier in a colorful heaven..
Lolo, I'll forever miss you..

young heart

i remember when love was like the morning dew

it was young, vibrant, careless,

when i thought it was the most beautiful thing, next to heaven,

perhaps, the closest feeling to being in serendipity.

it was abundant, it was relieving

and every moment of it, i thought was a rose garden 

that even old rose would look so lovely for a butterfly.

when music was a harp that plays every minute, 

and letters for a story, song, or a poem are easy to grab,

where dancing was something i could do,

even with my stubborn feet,

i remember how it was when love knocked in, 

i feel how it was when it knocked me down.

summer resonance

i would always look back at that day 

and remember how it felt like

staring at this piece of memory

the one of few that i have

how it echoes to me again and again

and i've made myself to remember it

how it utters to me now,

like it was that moment

while the world spun fast, i was frozen

amidst the silhouettes of everyone

i saw your oasis, and it felt like

that first moment, i have known you forever

could you possibly be just another angel,

just another mission fallen on the land

could you possibly be another being

sweet honey, 

and you smiled back,

and that's the sweetest valentine

and I would play it again and again

that sweetest smile

but, it's killing me each day

like a painful malaise 

when every passing minute that i wish to see you again

is like travelling so much valleys and planes

and i retire each night

my white flag i raise

thinking, there must be tomorrow

and today's a sunny day

and in my prayers each night

my tomorrow would be

a special sunny day.... 

with you....

OLD

when I am old, and my knees are too weak to carry me walk, I would still love to walk a little with a cane, and each morning I would cover my shoulders with a shoal that I knitted during afternoons...

I would have a rocking chair of rattan in my veranda and wear my thick eye glasses, my hair would be a bun or gray and white streaks, my skin would be a little wrinkled and a little aged, I would have a glass of water or milk at my side...

I would see the sun rising from the east, and the early morning breeze would tell me that I have yet another morning to see...I would feel the tender warmth of the sunshine on my skin, I would see children running around, or going to school, or with their parents strolling, carrying brown pan de sal bags, and I would remember my lovely childhood....

I would not eat much the whole day, but keep myself crocheting and knitting, or listening to my youth's songs...and I would remember my youth...

My days would be filled with prayer of gratitude and happiness that I have yet another wrinkled, happy minute to see this world...