It is east, you are.
From your clouds there rises
My heart, longing for the same longing
You have of my heart. We rise from the ashes
Of your night, and our dawn will come
And pick us up from the midnight
Of our brightening lives.
It is who you are, Kabuntala.
There, between the ridges
Of our dreams peaking
From the mountains
Of our hopes, there,
There you are announcing
What gospel there is
To reside in our broken
Lives. Morning comes soon,
Too soon for us to welcome
The the break of day
As we wake up more alone.

Colon, Cebu City/
July 15, 2011

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