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Francisco R. Albano

(March 29 / Cabagan, Isabela, Philippines)

Child You Come as a Poem to Me


From across the silence of four months
Gently you are starlight years after

The violence of birth in time
Bent to most noble purposes

Hint of reality yet so much beauty
You are song in a high mountain night

Released from a koan of meditation
I sing you softly flesh made word

And as before you stay the voice
Of heart and close the eye of mind

Submitted: Thursday, January 23, 2014
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