Antipolo Incantations Poem by Philip Emmanuel Penaflor

The sun smiles in the morning to unveil
the silver dewdrops from the night’s chill;
lovebirds chanting on the tree by my
window warm up my heart as I wake up
to the lauds of a gentle golden dawn;

Ah! Life can be a game, a riddle or a play
that we choose to create from day to day.

In the noontime my skin is scorched by the
heat of the toil that I must do but my heart
is unparched, or my life has no meaning.
Fields may be cracked but hope survives
and soon the grasses grow to praise the sky.

As evening falls softly my spirit wanders
to the magic of your heart’s rhythmic vespers
finding rest in the warmth of your smile…

The thought of you soothes the burning pain
in my soul as the raindrops soak a thirsting
barren soil!