waiting for the sun
I woke up to a strong gale Perched on a two-storey open hut The sea is just a stone’s throw away. T’was still dark The wind…
a mother’s heart
There is nothing quite strange and precious as a Mother’s heart Filled with windows, which open and shut accordingly Providing a wide variety of air and…
this tree
I found myself
surrounded with trees,
trees common
to the eye except one
that stood out
sun-streaked, enveloped
in sweet air, neglected
at first sight
green and blue
I pray to the Sea for acceptance
I am Man
and the man-made things
I do
is but a reflection
of who I am
and what
I desire.
lily stars
In my feeble search for a certain document, I found this crumpled piece inside a box made of abaca. I think it is post worthy and says a lot about the origin of my record label’s name. I typed in the words in case my handwriting is difficult to read.
a birthday prose
When I found out about your day,
I had the grinnest grin and a sheepish smile
You are one year closer to my figure
A maneuver, though uncertain of your age
My parallel thoughts configures.
Dragonfly Collector 