dusk

Nocturne

Diamond stars and silver moon

Adorn a deep blue sky.

Shadows spread their purple cloaks

To shroud the fields nearby.


Naked trees stretch out their limbs

In silent "Glory be!"

Magic fills the air tonight

With natural harmony.


Copyright © Robert Haigh 2010




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Sa Parang (Ang Bukang-Liwayway Dito, O Doon, Noong Takipsilim) (In Tagalog Language)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sa Parang

(Ang Bukang-Liwayway Dito, O Doon, Noong Takipsilim)

(In Tagalog Language)


 

Nag-iisip kung

paano rin gamitin

ang mga tao








Of Dawn and Dusk

It’s getting late, she whispered,

as the still and quiet cold crept on toward morning,

growing ever later, yet earlier all at once.

A spark of wonder and confusion comes

at Irony’s secret wonders in paradox, 

working seamless and harmoniously entwined.

 

The ticking hands of time press on like locomotives,

never looking back, but knowing well from whence they came.

Simple, yellow lines guiding wheels away from home,

to wooded, winding paths and barren, burning plains, 

such that the hands of clocks work wonders in themselves.

 

A boy yearns to speed the present, yet a man to yield it,

a driver searches for the city, yet wants the road once idle.

Embrace the night, for there lies the miracle that all might have their hope.

 

The night, it grows later, yet the day begins anew again.