Stilling the Young Spirit, Your Gift

In our twenties

we begin

to dream real

and big

and grand.

The dreams

are beyond us,

past our names

and memories

of a world familiar

and certain,

our city

without walls

without borders

without contours

without trajectories

as you root now

in the vast

land of loves

coming up too soon,

relations springing up

like spring flowers

bursting in colors,

always in full bloom

as our stories needing


stilling too

like our own storms within

and out.

Out you go into the world,

young man,

and see the promises

of fall and summer

in the city of your mind.

There is the bright

dawn coming up,

its glow the orange

and red of life

made whole by

your loving soul.

Aurelio S. Agcaoili

Torrance, CA


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