Treasure Island

Antonio Liao

(november 7,1957 / dapitan city)

Toddler Cane


just a distance glance of
a dream, and as the guiding star capture the
reality of the essence of time, the claw of wisdom
hook the presence of what is today

dear as you may be called zeal with passion
to hold the oracle of youth, perhaps the halo of the
Goddess of beauty lay down with the infant of sleep
in the past

come take time where my hunger of closeness of the
the eyes wonder the night of madness, wanton
to find your growth of the night

hibernate my soul vantage of bed, feel
the zooming light of beauty and touch me not the
dazzling zoom of desire

oh! Cane of my youth
lay down my toddler of home...

Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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