i.

The breadth of her aura
Stretcheth like a veil;
From the philippines, she was created of tropical tree detail.

ii.

As one entereth her extrasolar city
Thou shalt findeth there's no need for the sun or the moon;
She is the light, the scintillate of star clustered room's.

iii.

Just beyond the river Jordan
Where stream's of heaven tint;
She's not for sale, she's the grail of the gate's of holiness.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose