When the moon discards her garb
and emerge on the dark sky
unabashedly naked, flaunting her roundness,
I gaze up and partly fulfill my spiritual orgasm.
Obliged I am to the Creator.
No dime did I pay to be born into this world.

Caught in the web of time we entangle
ourselves the faster we move without gazing up
or halting to look down on the feet that carries us
at times when we ain't touching the ground.

Sometimes I see angels and realise
the dead is never dead for they live in many ways.
In heaven, our hearts and through our words.
It's for us, the living, death exists.

Life is a lease borrowed unknowingly by us
Let us pay it back by living every moment,
flying high yet in a circle centered on love
which zeroes in on the beacon from the heavens gates.

01/04/2006