Those sunflowers bring resonance:
your voice, March, pine trees...

Once, dandelion wishes
floated in the air...

A thousand
cherry blossom petals...

My heart prickles in pain
remembering how lonely...

Reveries are too sad to hide beneath your skies,
melancholies are too fragile to hear your cries...

I find it unusual
to be reading recipe books...

Empty hallways,
ghosts on a wine cellar...

Midway the slope
where two clandestine faults seem to collide...

You've forgotten all about me --
windmills and cornfields in between...

And here I am again
getting up from bed...

If I bury my poetry
underneath Manila skies...

Chrysanthemums paint
as onyx skies softly weep...