Chasing The Lights
My story begins in the morning, before sunrise.
Stars are no where to be seen in the gray morning skies.
The roads are wet from the rains that bathe the humid night.
A quiet scene; shadows fade, giving in to the light.
I closed my eyes briefly and smelled the essence of dawn:
The scents from flower buds opening to greet the sun;
Ricefields smoldering with fog of morning after rain,
And the aroma of coffee from someone’s kitchen.
I heard the crickets’ noise behind the bushes fading,
And the frogs in nearby streams praising God for the rain.
My eyes sparkle to the lights of the fleeting moments.
The rooster’s cries awakened me from my reverie.
The sun now peeks through the lush trees, creeping up slowly.
In awe, I watch the drama unfolding before me.
A wild wanton wind blows my cheeks with torrid kisses.
I wish they came from the lips of love I longed to have.
The day is bright, the flowers I can now see clearly.
The verdant fields and azure skies in their hued glory.
I saw birds taking off the skies, soared, chasing the lights.
They stretched their wings wider as they fly higher today.
I feel like the bird embarking to a pristine day.
Like the fishes swimming toward the heart of the sea.
Traveling, I, too, am ready to conquer my day.
I tread the roads, and cross the sea ~ I am on my way.
I wrote this on a road trip back home in the Philippines. You can read the complete writing process in my earlier blog entry: