To settle
in the currents
is what leads
you here
towards the seas.
You permit
the waves
to come home
to your heart
and you take them all,
one at a time
sometimes,
gulping for air
but staying afloat.
It is the morning
inside
your mind,
its early hours
the many days
that you prayed
for the dawn
to come right smack
into the shores of your
strained loves.
In the cold sand,
the dunes meet up
with the wind going wild
and beneath your feet
are the memories
of loss and redemption
the currents give.
Today in this morning
of your waking
to glories hidden
in the blue waters,
their expanse covering
all that you can withhold
from within,
you cry rivulets
in velvet and red.
Everything began
in a dream
and here you are
trying to live
and let live
in a land
where dreams
loss their own
little meanings.
A. S. Agcaoili
The Inquirer Editorial
Jul 29/05
Carson, CA 90745
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