o, we dance with words, we sing with the light

o, we dance with words, we sing with the light
dauntless in the dark, unfazed by the storm,
every grassblade we touch tinkles with life.

no pebble nor sand weeps under our feet,
the wind, as our mind rages, doesn’t mourn;
o, we dance with words, we sing with the light.

before the blank gaze of a dying child
we heave hope into our undying Dream:
every grassblade we touch tinkles with life.

our words convey the rhythm of the Heart –
a pulse that guides our march to a new dawn,
o, we dance with words, we sing with the light.

like the Sun we respect no fear nor flight,
yes, blaspheming even the tyrant’s throne;
every grassblade we touch tinkles with life.

in man’s glorious quest to crush unfreedom
we offer all; even death, we call home.
o, we dance with words, we sing with the light
every grass blade we touch tinkles with life.

a village named dream

there is a village
in the philippines
named Dream: 	   

a home where
wild lilies bloom
        free	

 where 	no bullets
	dare defile the spider’s
    	  solitude
	and communion
    with the grass

where girls can swim
in the river     pick up snails
and come  back home
      unafraid        unscathed

come with me
let us go
to Dream.

i long for a dream

I’m in the middle of the road,
hundreds of cars buses trucks bicycles pass through me.
Thousands of people pass through me,
then I hear thunders from afar,
from Mindanao
and I see blood ,
I see eyes wide open dead.
I smell hatred, I smell bigotry, I feel the trees falling down,
I taste poison in the river once pristine,
once mother to us all, I hear volleys of gunfire,
in their voices I see doves falling, falling, their wings unspread.
I feel the bronze and the nickel bullets piercing through my heart,
I long for a flower that sway at the slightest whistle of wind,
I long for a dream, for a lucid dream in a moonlit night.

05feb2007