Isang gabi nang pagmamahalan,
Sa ating dalawa tila’y nanahan,
Sa panahong nagawang tumahan,
Baguhan sa mukha **** luhaan.

Sa sayaw na ang awit ritmo ng mga puso,
Sa ilalim ng buwan na walang pagsuko,
Sayaw na walang halong pagsusumamo,
Sayaw na tanging tayo ang nagpaamo.

Ngunit mapagbiro ang tadhana,
Sa panahong ika’y kapiling na,
Isang sibat ang sa puso’y tumama,
Agad-agad sa kawalan ay sumama.

Hindi akalain na ito na nga ang huli,
Munting sayaw na ‘di natin kakampi,
Sa oras na tayo’y dapat nagtimpi,
Tila ang tadhana’y sadyang nabingi.

The majestic of poetry
To some is a fantasy
A realm in which
They cannot fathom to be

I myself, on the other hand
Run parallel with poetry
Poetry majestically sparkles
From time to time upon me

Sonnets and limericks
Sparkle magically into my brain
Happening when I least expect
Meteoroids falling, I run to jot them down
Before forgetfulness sets in with pain

A three line stanza sometimes is enough
To satisfy my need
Other times I must write a lot*
An octave for instance may be
What I need to hit my poetic spot

Either way I dream
I too could compose
Long prophetic fantasies
Such as Homer's Iliad and Odyssey

The majestic life
Of poetry is fantasy
Thriving the heart
*Which dwells within me