Our tiny canoes
Oars softly clapping, pulling
Through a cobalt sea
The difference between small
And the great blue that surrounds
Golden gods made us
A tribe to rule island seas
Bronze bodies, wet locks
My people, swept in a tide
There! The isle! The Paradise!
An island alter
My mother’s dreams set. “Selah!”
Loved, and made to be
“Panginoon ay Biyaya”
Baptism of holy son.
Placed within the blue
Caressed and carried by bliss
Poseidon’s delight
Cradled me, in limitless
Depths of marvel… I yearn still.
I absconded joy.
Somewhere, secretly it drifts.
Awaiting its kin
Searching horizon afar
Penetrating… the dark deep.
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