Blood-red waters tinge the sight
As you turn the light into blight.
And as you look down and see the other side,
Behold, the good-bye dark skies.
Darkness blanketed the quiet lands
Your non-being became my nothingness
Though the cradle of life started from the chaotic darkness,
Fear gripped deeper down, down to the bone of the soul
Alas, it is the darkest hour,
The last ones of the damned
Awaited for the despair to be erased by the dawn.
Hoped for the illumination of your lambent grace
If only I have a little sunshine in my hand,
I would weave the lightest of drapes
to veil your beautiful eyes
and capture your enthralling gaze.
If only I have a droplet of your tear,
I would build the biggest of ports
to let my ship of embraces
and dock to your chilling heart.
If only I have a brief moment of our forever
I would put it on the simplest of jars
to let it be seen by all
and let nothing tarnish its perfect form.
Ang ating saan at kailan,
Ay panandaliang humimpil,
Sa mga sandaling tayo’y magkaduyog,
Tanghali, sa ilalim ng lilim ng Narra.
Iyong yakap ang siyang kumandili,
Iyong labi’y inapuhap ang akin,
Initsigan ng ating mga laman ay naging buhay
Awanggan nati’y naipit sa isang saglit.
Ang aking mga kamay,
Marahang ginapang ang iyong saya.
Sa bawat kalantog ng mga ugat
Binaybay ang mga katagang: “Ika’y akin”.
Sa bawat pagbayo ng iyong mga kamay
Laksang liwanag ang aking natunghayan
Sa aking pagpikit, kasabay ng iyong matamis na hele,
Aking napagtanto: lantayang pag-ibig
Ang ating pagduyog, naging duyog ng araw at buwan
Panandaliang pagkabighani ng aking pandama sa halimuyak ng iyong kutis
Hiyas na naging gumon, siyang gumahasa sa aking gunita
Dumaluyong ng sidhi ang aplayang
Sayang sadyang sumasaloy ng sinsayang sapantaha
Sintang naging sumpa ng aking sumbat
Iyong isinaklit sa aking isip ang isang indayog
Banaag ng alindog at pagsinta’y balintuna sa banghay ng pag-ibig.
One a.m. and I’m still awake.
Or us, says your facebook status.
Oh, says I, you must be awake too
Only the thing is
On the other side of the world,
Off the pool of your “friends”,
One of them is
On phone with you
(Or hopefully not on you)
Oops, did I say that?
Okay, I did.
Out with these pestilential thoughts
Old thoughts that say maybe
Omitted, I am, from your thoughts
Or maybe that I’m not the
Eleven, evening, saturday.
The gates were locked and the car’s out.
Yet we walked freely.
Into the dark abyss of the unknown,
Braved the doubt of none.
Car lights drifting lazily
The silver moonlight gently glowed
Against the dark backdrop
Of the long and winding streets.
Perhaps we could take our time
Look beyond and see the possibilities
But perhaps we could just go home
And stay as it is.
It was nothing but a perhaps.
Under the shade of the old Narra
We settled down and talked.
Little by little the shadow
That covered us from
The bright bright sun
Drowned us with
Little by little