Freefall halted,
black hole dissipated,
even just for a little bit.

I got to marvel, I got to stop
and after a long time,
I finally got to look up.

"You're wonder under summer sky"
Funny how a simple encounter
can make things a bit lighter

I know nothing of what the future holds
But, I hope the stars quell my worries
and guide again our paths to cross

Amidst lambent city lights
You were there, lucent
two degrees of separation
turned into inches of caution…
A furrow brought by uncertainty
Time’s arrow turned against me
A wish whispered to the vast open
For a final chance to say
What was once left unspoken

To my Saturn
After years of waiting
Aimless orbiting
Kaleidoscopic space-time bending
Our paths finally converge
Admiration and excitation surge

In this great conjunction
it showed me this one great revelation –
this is the closest we would ever be,
this is the closest we could ever be
Only in this lifetime, hopefully…

Even if it is just a brief encounter
I would not trade it for another…

Until then, my dearest Saturn...

-Your Jupiter

You were supposed to be a distant starflower
Living in a different world yonder
Far more unreachable than I could ever wonder…
And I was only supposed to be your faraway observer

You were never supposed to wander off my universe
And I never really thought we could ever converse
Longing and yearning for you seemed like a lost cause –
Who would have thought our paths would ever cross?

I could write you—
a bunch of phrases that rhymes
any homonyms would probably turn out just fine
generic metaphors would also do
you might even be swayed by clichéd lines too

But my poetry isn't black and white
besides, none of these felt right—
you deserve well-thought-out verses
but for now, all I have are these random sketches

Minsan pakiramdam ko nga
na tila ba nilubayan na ako ng mga salita...
Parang nilisan na ako ng mga tala at tula
Wala na ang dating saya sa bawat katha
Hindi na muling makagawa ang dating makata

In order to forget
Forward, I've tried to leapt
but to our past, I've always been swept —
reminiscing the places we've formerly been in

Took a few steps to the right
but my heart has been putting a tough fight
wandering quite constantly
and leading me back to where you've left me

All these efforts are somewhat in vain
for no matter how hard I try to change lanes
I think I am almost always bound
To come back to this very same ground