mastering your abacus
tinkering with your calligraphy
silencing your mind….
you park over here
in the fields of the fallen
through the brushworks of the beast
you bellow and behold
the valor , the victory
the stillness, the solemnity
the drama, the dream
of you and me
you who does not know the word
no, not at all.
you who can only smile sweetly
save yourself
I beseech your breath
I behold your glory
I bask in your beauty
I revel in this reverie
Like this bee
sucking out the nectar
Like this morning glory
rising from its ashes
Like the incandescent candle
burning with fervor
I say this prayer
You are here
You are my tear and my ear
You keep me awake ,
Do you hear?
I remember Tagaytay
I remember Boracay
I remember Amanpulo
I remember Surigao
You are in my spirit
It rides in and out
Do not cease
Do not hither
Do me a favor
Keep this yarn young
Write your calligraphy in black
Make your echo exclaim
You are here
Here forever in time
To remember and to listen
As I sit in this brow beaten bench
Who knows
if the maya-maya giving me the eyeball
is now you…
Oh for heaven’s sakes
Why do you stare so softly
Why do you hum so sweetly
Why do you kill me joyfully
I visit this bench daily
I see you in so many shapes
I hear you in so many sounds
I feel you in so many wavelengths
I listen to you hum
Maya –Maya you seem to smile
Sit now beside me,
Remember we will be together
Not yet Not Now
Wait. You Hear
Wait for me….
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