sa loob ng isang bilyong magkakaibang sansinukob
kung saan nasa kalagitnaan pa rin natin ang poot ng langit
hahanapin ko ang kaisa-isang sansinukob
na tayo'y magkalapit
kahit na sa nalalabing mga mundo
ang aking pagsinta'y mananatili sa dilim

at kapag sa dinatnang sansinukob
ay tila hindi pa rin pinagtagpo
kakapit na lamang sa paniniwala na
may pinagbigyan ang langit na isang mundo
(kung saan ang puso mo ay kaya kong abutin)
at ipauubaya na lamang
ang aking mataimtim na panalangin
sa bulalakaw na darating

death awaits last of the embers
and the hearth is numbed by sleet
barren by midwinter's breath
leaving only the stubs underneath
the smoke that is reaching out to the clouds
in hopes of Sol's fiery wreath

yet He remains hidden
and the smoke begins to fade
the hearth completely freezes over
while the stubs continue to withstand
cruel Winter's escapade

patawad sa mahal kong akala ko'y lumisan na
sa paggunaw ng kaisipan sa mga bagay na pinipilit nitong takbuhan
ngunit bumubulong ang puso gamit ang lirikong tayo lang ang nakaiintindi –
mababalikan pa ba ang ritmong ito
o mananatili na lamang sa kasalukuyang pintig?

i fear the Summer
for Dawn arrives early and her touch that rouses the sky
sends you promptly to sleep
while i am left alone in this blinding light

i fear the Autumn
for when she approaches,
the leaves that conceal my longing for your embrace
gently fall to the terrain underneath

i fear the Winter
for she strips me naked
and destroys the guise i made from the canopy of my brethren –
the canopy that shielded my grotesque body and gnarled veins from your gaze

and i mostly fear the Spring
for when the evening comes and the Wind sings her tune,
sweeping my leaves into her trail,
i wish for her to carry them to you
where i am reminded once more that nothing on this land can reach you
during the night
(since this burning desire that shall remain as it is will never curtail our distance)
and moreso during the day
(when you slowly fade from my sight)

sing me a song of your city
tell me a tale of the lands you sought
patch this splintered heart of mine
with whispers of the Wind's unhindered thoughts
guide it down this gentle Stream
let it ruffle her currents born of grief
while i wait by the edge of these beguiling waters
hoping for a traveler, like you, to pass by
while i wait, chilled and drenched in the cold
wondering if you'll find this lonely creek
and hear our anguished cries.