On How To Overcome Our Fear Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

I am worried every time the sun
hides behind the mountain.
For the sky and the land will both turn dark,
the shadows will wrap the surroundings,
the birds will go to the twigs
and leaves for shelter to rest from flight,
and I will hear the deafening silence.
I am anxious every time
a crepuscular hour arrives.
Because the image and color
of the sea will fade,
twilight will devour the islets,
the ocean waves will wave farewell,
and the dance of the blades will pass from view.
Until I look up at the space above.
Then I realize the lovely face of the moon,
that the light comes not from the beacon
but right from my very eyes instead.
And the shining star that I've
been dreaming of is in my gaze at heaven.