The pizzicato ray of Cagayan sun
Sweeps across the sprawl of Midwestern bay,
Onto every word of the book, I’ve begun
Peeking into distant lives from far away
Outside, the milky clouds kiss the blue skies -
Destroying every shadow below
As seen from above where the pigeon flies
Over where earth never seems to grow.
In the carefree rain splashes, young voices tickle my ears
As if shooing away the dreadful weight of coming years.
Back to the pages ablaze in the Cagayan sun,
Let me return to distant lands where I’ve first begun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem and feeling of missing where we begun. Great poem