Mortals as we are;
in quest of the Divine.

Oh, how our weary souls longeth for Thee!
How we yearn to be with Thine.
How we seeketh to understand Thy attributes,
That we may loveth you, Divine.

The world has naught in store for us
Wandering as foreigners we art,
Waiting for a sheer bliss of rest,
Until we reach the Promised Land.

In here we fret, suffer and toil,
Battling and struggling over lure
Nonetheless, we won’t surrender
As we remember our blessed hope.

"You loved poetry long before I came into your life. But the poetry that you loved was just a shadow, I am its actual substance. I am your poetry incarnated." ~ PM


You are the subject of every words I put together,
With you as its inspiration, the art is much discovered.
Nothing beats the design and style I incorporate in my piece
For the color and delight is you, my ever beloved prince.

Indeed the loved I have for poetry is so long before you came
I loved it since I was a teen but I love it much more today
No wonder the message is so real like 3ds in a movie
For the emotions included here are feelings of reality.

You're my poetry incarnated for once you only lived in my dream
A dream yet to be explored and a dream I yearn, long and pray
At present, you're not just a man of shadow hidden in my words
For you have the face of a poet, pen has been your sword.

Sooner or later I'll behold your actual presence in a way God so ordained,
You're not just a shadow anymore but the substance of the poem I made.

Popping clouds right atop,
Inside you are. Painting
curves your language is,
Sending gentle blooming bliss.

#dream #longing