Kung ako ang siklab
Tiyak ikaw ang dagitab
Na buhay na buhay sa pinakamadilim na karimlan
Na siyang nag-aangat sa mga anino na kay pino at may likas na talino

Kung ako ang ningas
Nararapat lamang ikaw ang hangin at simoy
Hindi nabago at malaya na naging tanggulan...
Dinuduyan ang kasanggulan.
Para lamang malinang at kalingain
Upang sa gayon ang naturang ningas ay magliyab at maging isang apoy !

Kung ako ang pagpapalitan at pagkakaisa
At halos nga ay kapwa pawiin...
Ikaw dapat ang gabay at kamay
Na may tangan ng tiwala at paniniwala...
Naghihintay ng sandali at tiyempo
Upang maihanay ang iyong sarili sa ritmo at tono
Nang sa gayon magagawa nating...
Maipagpatuloy ang
Pagputok ng sulong sinindihan hanggang sa maging ilaw.
At muli magagawa nating...
Balikan ang sinimulang paglalakbay pasulong kalakip ang tatag at tibay

Mula sa gitna ng kadiliman
Tayo nawa ang maging malinaw
Gaya baga ng dulot ng kinabukasan.
Hawak-kamay tayo, iyan ang kailangang mangibabaw...
Sapagkat sa ating pagsusukob...
At tanging sa ating pagsusukob,

Tayo ay....

maliwanag na maliwanag .

Manigong bagong taon sa lahat!!!


*ryn's incandescent translated to tagalog by: solEmn oaSis

The years had brought me here.
It has been a far walk.
But it’s time I took a breather.
Just to muster a look back.

Many were shed along the way.
Perhaps met with many a forked path.
Or simply that the ticks of the hands
had decided different for them.

I’d dug deep,
and I’d seen you…
Amongst several others.

Making your mark
at every checkpoint.

I haven’t been alone.
And I’ll never be…

As long as you’re here,
making these marks with me.

.
Go forth…
          Into the deep sleep.

Swaddled in the shroud
marked with the words
you’d let fall,
not from loose lips
but the determined grip
of calloused fingers -
that had danced (with purpose)
on parchment,
to the unsung verses
set to inspire minds
and tempt stagnant tongues.

Go now…
          Before the rest of us.

And as we raise our hands
in gestured farewell,
our eyes would tear,
and our hearts would bleed
into the wake of your sojourn.

.

Do our minds align?
Just as our fingers once did….

The skins of our palms would kiss,
and hold true to words unsaid.
Clasped indefinite,
and they mirrored in gait.

Never unsure
and never faltering,
they danced in determined embrace;
leaving no room for the tendrils of doubt.

So tell me…

Do our hearts still align?
Just as our beats once did…