View from a Lighthouse
Dr Abe V Rotor
Cape Bojeador Lighthouse, Burgos, Ilocos Norte, overlooking South China Sea.
Habagat comes in art and bloom
after a long sleep in the dark
nights of a long dry spell gloom -
slowly, life comes in a spark.
Through the window of a high rise,
poor is my sight, the wind's my song,
nature rises before its demise,
like gem where it lies unknown.
Seasons come and swiftly go
across the forest, over the reef;
though the veil of my window;
creation's wonder is but brief.
Abstract figures crowd my mind,
painting imagery anew,
and reliving old scenes behind;
of a world in passing review. ~
after a long sleep in the dark
nights of a long dry spell gloom -
slowly, life comes in a spark.
Through the window of a high rise,
poor is my sight, the wind's my song,
nature rises before its demise,
like gem where it lies unknown.
Seasons come and swiftly go
across the forest, over the reef;
though the veil of my window;
creation's wonder is but brief.
Abstract figures crowd my mind,
painting imagery anew,
and reliving old scenes behind;
of a world in passing review. ~
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