It is a rare hour before darkness
When water, air and clouds merge
To become one indivisible
...
Some nights I could hardly sleep,
though dreams at times plummet deep
into void pits of cosmos.
And if I should dream no more,
...
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
...
Jay Decenella is a freelance journalist. He is currently working on his first collection of poetry and fiction.)
Scarlet-Stabbed Sky
It is a rare hour before darkness
When water, air and clouds merge
To become one indivisible
Thin film of scarlet-stabbed space
Where I see neither sea nor sky,
Only a firmament of fine ripples
Indistinguishable from each other.
Tremulous within the bounds of horizon,
And only the dim scuds of stratus clouds
Spoil its rubicund face,
Or specks of islets
Dent the vermilion shade of water.
All the world is afterward concealed.