As days grow lonely

moments and eternity sing

strange songs

men, beasts and spirits

all minding their own callings

Then sat I under the Ube tree

Trying to connect the future

and strengthen the presence with

roses and spring

All in an effort to earn a place in legend..

what a colourful world

what a place

A blanket of jungles..

But I must make jewels on my path..

I have cultivated perfumes, thunder

and trumpets

  and I await the harvest by sunset

  This must be and will be because it is

But one thing I yet seek

My companion, my fellow harvester

The Angel who will share my sweet moments

and scents and laughters and sorrows

Who will share my sunshine, smiles

and njghtfalls

Who will share my tears and wild parties

And as I think and search and look

and sing and dance upon life and times

the day grow more lonely

But in hope I await my Angel..

Should you see her

please tell her

I seek my ANGEL.