Sunrise On The Ridges Of Concrete And Steel
I search for signs of home
In the arched-sky.
What I see are walls of concrete and steel.
I long for the warmth of a humid dawn
What I got is the chillly wind of the city.
I miss the morning laughter of home,
The cries of the iron birds taking off
From their concrete nest is what I hear,
Along the sleepless noise in the streets.
My nostrils take in whatever scent
That would bring me wave of nostalgia
What I have are the fumes of the busy traffic.
I need a single soul to remind me of home,
But he’s fast asleep in his room.
This is my saddest daybreak.
Watching a different horizon away from home.
And then it happened.
The sun slowly crawls behind those walls
And rises on the ridges of concrete and steel.
Its first ray catches the tears in my eyes ~
I see dazzling bright lights magnified.
And then I am enlightened.
Somewhere in southeast asia,
In one of the ‘lil isles of the Philippines,
This sun, in the same sky, in different horizon
Rises every morning at home.
And I carries the memories of those sunbreaks
For they are etched inside my chest.
Today turns out to be my happiest morning.
For I know now that the sun
I watch rising on the ridges of concrete and steel
Is the same sun that will rise tomorrow
In the home of my heart.
Only it will rise
On the mountain ridges.