ignorance

not knowing how
but knowing why
persistently
asking
in the middle of the night



not knowing when
not knowing where
i gaze at the page
and wonder

how long will it take
before
thoughts are expressed
feelings are shared
memories captured

as long as i know not how
even if i know why
i must sleep through endless summers


waiting
hoping
that from ignorance
i shall find
the courage to ask
to learn
to write

before the next sunrise
before another sunset.

messages in the sand

there is a river
there is a bridge

i pass on it
i look at it
i close my eyes
i wonder..

there are messages i can read
written on the water that moves
on the sand that spreads

i saw people everywhere
i saw candles alit
prayers were said
songs hymns ...were whispered like a prayer
while many a tear fell

when did all these mixed emotions start
on a sunset
or a sunrise


typhoon frank
june 21 2008

did you leave a message on the sands of time
did you move the waters of aklan river

at sunset or at sunrise...

for ante

they played

with bottles
and coconut shells

with tin cans
and a white plastic jug

with sticks held tightly
they translate a rhythm
to music

that only lonely hearts can understand

they are children of today's sunset
they are children of tomorrow's sunrise

missing you

i missed the sunrise

i missed the sunshine

oh what a rainy day

the lightning and the thunder

the blowing wind.

howling...

frightens me...

i sit alone ...

on your birthday

this sunday afternoon



the pedicabs are passing by

but there are no voices of children

i see a few people passing by

oh so quietly

deep in thought

this sunday afternoon



and much as i would

want to be with you

on this sunday afternoon

your birthday...

i know in my heart

having missed sunrise

i will miss sunset

and yes

i miss

you

DREAMS

WHAT ARE DREAMS

SIMPLY ..AN EXTENSION OF THE DAY

TRACKING A MEMORY

FEELING ONCE AGAIN

THE WATER IN THE LAGOON OF MY HEART

THAT QUIETLY MONITORS

THE EYES THAT SEE

THE LIPS THAT SPEAK

THE ARMS THAT HUG

IN THE DARK OF THE NIGHT

IN THE PEACE OF MY SLEEP

WHERE I BELONG

BEFORE

SUNRISE..

AFTER

SUNSET...

REST

TO SET ASIDE
THE PAPERS OF THE DAY

TO PICTURE EACH FOLDER
LEFT ON MY TRAY

I KNOW THERE IS MUCH THAT I CAN STILL DO
IF THE HOURS DID NOT MATTER

BUT THE CLOCK OF MY LIFE
TICKS TICKS TOCKS

I NEED TO REST ...SOMETIME

BEFORE THE SUNRISE...

SO THAT I CAN LOOK FORWARD

TO ANOTHER

SUNSET

WITH YOU

SIGH

I SEE THE ROSE BUD LEFT ON MY TABLE

TO WELCOME MY WEARY SOUL

BUT I KNOW YOU NOT

I CAN ONLY GUESS

THAT YOU CARE ENOUGH TO CHEER ME UP

...I CAN ONLY SIGH...

WILL I MEET YOU

AT SUNRISE

OR AT SUNSET

....I CAN ONLY SIGH ....

beginning

when i open my eyes to the first ray of light
is it the beginning of day

when i get off from bed half awake half asleep
is it the beginning of living

when i freshen up for what lies ahead
is it the beginning of courage

when i sit across the table with my head in my hands
is it the beginning of frustration

when i walk across the room with my heart in my hands
is it the beginning of suffering

when i make the sign of the cross
is it the beginning
or the end
of my journey ...

is it the beginning of love...

from sunrise to sunset ..
and on to another ...

sunrise

sunset

uncertainty

to start something
without knowing how
simply certain
that there is a desire for learning
to try

to attempt
without knowing why
simply certain
that there is a need for growth
to try

frightened by the sounds of laughter
from shadows beyond my reach

long have i waited for the courage
to start ...

i dare...

walk with me from sunrise to sunset

my friend