[A collection of poems by © Wesley Grace Magdayao]
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Sullen times wrongly comfort me,
Thoughts of dreams are my company,
I'm in my room crammed at the side,
To be lured is mine to decide.
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I stare above at the clash,
A flow of serenity washed,
Disarray on random places,
Spreading across a blank canvass.
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But oh my heart is as heavy,
Weight of the beauty can't uplift me,
I only can behold distress,
Hear me declaring, I confess.
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As though fireflies crowned with halos,
Offer gladness in the chaos,
Wrapped in luminescence to see,
I marvel, they shed light to me.
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The gaze I hold to the heavens,
Breathtakingly azure, it strengthens,
The roof today is mighty blue,
Of dreams painted with playful hues.
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Just what wonders await up there?
But the ground life consumes my cares,
The conversations of people,
The collective breath of great poles.
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Nothing captures this lowly soul,
Than curtains which hang like loose scrolls,
Out of reach but they're always still,
Some moments they match what I feel.
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I can't tell how the curtains work,
Nor I can say why they have quirks,
Now I'm sure that the skies have moods,
Undaunted show under it's roof.
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I know I've said I can't tell how,
I managed to theorize somehow,
A likely mechanism of it,
How the heavens change outfits.
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So I say as my mind allows,
Wonder sights the mystery surrounds,
A Hand draws the skies each day,
He selects motifs which saturate.
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He switches tone meticulously,
Against or in favor of me,
Lay out be gray or filled with blue,
I can guess I wish I have clues.
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But dare I speculate my right,
Could it be the One who made light,
Would reflect my true existence,
On the fabric of Heavenly Curtains?
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