Last night it dawned on me
That rain and music can meld
That rain and music are one
The notes and quavers of music
Companions to patters of rain
It is your half-note
That flies me to the Moon
Your steady rhythm
Plays with me among the Stars.
And when all is done
Wake me up by your rest
And the rain is gone.

Is a curious little girl
Who loves to collect
Shells & pebbles
Of people & events
Discarded by Time
Along the shores

The woman walked.
She, with hair locks
Of silver laughter
& smiles & mischief
Hid on photographs
Hid & framed by Time
On sepia boxes
Kept by an old dust,

My grandmother :
A golden native
Of photographs
Hanging on our wall,
A narrative donning
Her black and white.

This is my world, this is my world.
All men and women wear eyeglasses.

All truths we seek on dusted glasses
Of windowpanes behind windowpanes.

Ah, we see clearer, said the top, we see better
If things are viewed on top, by top, the top

Refuses to see, they refuse the refuse, further
Screen them, screen that. They will not see

Them, believe us, trust our hindsight, we have foresight
Bring us the microscope, that magnifying glass.

This is our world, you’re living in our world.
Wear those eyeglasses, we customized them for you.

The morning is a white lily.
Five hands raised to the sky
Waiting for the rain's kiss.

Daffodil the color of the falling
Of talisay fruit from its mother
Tree kissing the pavement.

Raindrops kiss the pavement,
Circular ripples on a little pool,
Lilies blossoming in your eyes.

The baby's asleep.
     Caterwauling cats, I heard:
         A life will be born?

Please,
     Don't give me flowers.
          Give me water, so pure.
     That when I shed a tear,
The desert will cry.