these paragraphs of ideas
abstracted from my mind, god's mind
are no elementals of pain.
so stark, I found the light
abstracted from you, only from you!
You and I,
beings that meet on Love's completed end.
We are one and did we know why?

2. where there is darkness in my soul,
I wept with darkness.
your light so pure, elementals of hope
abstracted from you, only from you!
You and I,
beings that give life to the absence of colors
till these become shades of million hues.
We are one and did we know why?
July 30, 1987 6:00 pm.

Mystic is enshrouded
by the glint faces of the sky
his poet-brain
hardly grasped the panorama above
his human wit
discerned facts and truths
beyond reason
he surrendered,
lost for years.

Outside, the rustles of the wind
smiled at the stillness of the night,
darkness cast dimmer shadows
on an empty space that ushered
a stream flow of emptiness within my soul,
nostalgic feelings surged within me swifter,
in an attempt to reminisce the warmth afforded by home,
they say: there is no place like home
the family: a microcosm of God's world.
i see the glimmer of light
beyond the road had died
as the wind became a rain-laden one.

She walked past doors and windows
Of time streets while widows
Chant dirges in the swelling
Of a remembered world;
And in the graying of the sky,
She rides upon its crest.

Heaps of noble failures
Wiped the stars and sun in the skies,
She did not close her heart for years;
In the ripening of the fruit from a seed,
She stood there, witnessing,
Singing hymnals  to the moon.