What is it about the skies that have humans prying
Into the secrets of the universe to which we have no claim?
How dare we stare into that great blue face, those gentle
White eyes, and demand answers from you?
Should I peer into that abyssal body, that sparkling, powerful
Aqua, periwinkle, cerulean creation of small science,
I would not ask any questions as I do now.
No, when I look at you, my sky, I know that there are no answers.
There is only you, and that translucent veil in which you part for me to
Peek into the night.
Day-time, how you shelter us, from that surging, pulsing, great beyond.
Where giants collapse against themselves in resounding pitch.
Trembling beneath those cacophonous sounds, but never hearing them--
We can only resist their vacuum with our gravity.
You blind our eyes with serene calm, or thunderous forms of grey, which tell us everything will go on.
Grain will grow, and tomorrow comes after the clouds part...
But should you abandon us to your chaotic form, dream of mankind,
And open your unattainable heart
to part the strata of the atmosphere--
we would collapse as well
Like tiny giants.
BINABASA MO ANG
Verses
PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
