Takip-Silim

Here's a short poem I made in my native language. It's translated as "Twilight". I was inspired to write this because of the song "Sa Pakpak ng Paru-paro" which means "Wings of the Butterfly".

Sa pagsapit ng takip-silim, lahat ay nagbabago.

Lahat ng kaligayahan sa buhay ay naglalaho.

Sa tuwing makikita ko sa gabi ang mga bituin,

Lungkot ang nadarama sa pagkawasak ng mga mithiin.

Unti-unting nag-iiba ang mga pangyayari.

Hindi na mapakali, nawawala sa sarili.

Ang pag-asa na kay ilap ay hindi ko maabot.

Ako'y gulung-gulo ng pangangamba at takot.

Naghihintay ng bulalakaw galing sa himpapawid,

hihilingin kong mawala mga sakit na walang patid.

Sa paglipad ng mga ibo'y nais kong sumama.

Nais kong maging malaya sa pagkawalang pag-asa.

Sa pagsapit ng takip-silim, kay raming nais makamit,

habang ang mga bituin ay hindi nawawalan ng rikit.

Translation:

When twilight comes, everything changes.

All the happiness in life disappears.

Whenever I see the stars at night,

I feel sadness as my desires are crushed.

Slowly, the way things are happening become different.

the feel of anxiety; can't get hold of one's self.

I can't reach the hope that seems to avoid me.

I'm so fussed with trepidations and fear.

I keep waiting for a shooting star to fall from the heavens,

I'd wish for the pain to just go away.

With the flight of the birds I want to come.

I want to be free from hopelessness.

When twilight comes, so many desires wanting to be reached,

while the stars never lose their beauty.

Uncertainties

The still night air grows strangely cold

As new questions begin to unfold.
The breeze is heavy, unlike before.
What does tomorrow really have in store?

The soft twinkle of a heavenly light
Seems to tremble at my sight.
I wonder now what this all means.
"I missed something. Rewind the scenes!"

Now, once again, running in my mind,
"Why are those stars so hard to find?"
Red topples over blue. Oh, the dread!
I wonder if this is something I've misread.

Though my mind stares blankly into space,
My heart begins to quicken its pace.
The dark ocean, consuming me with uncertainty,
Encumbers me greatly in its infinity.

My pulse and beat begin to fluctuate
As I run towards this unopened gate.
"In the starry cosmos I remain adrift,
patiently waiting for that spatial rift."

Albireo

Red and blue, symbols of war and peace.
Still, there remains this solemn ease.
In a distant region far from Earth
Are these two stars in harmony and mirth.

Soaring high with the heavens' swan,
As beautiful as the serene city of Milan,
Shining not as bright as the Evening Star,
but still able to heal an old memory's scar.

Though yet its name, for me, is still unclear,
I hold on to it as if it were so dear.
And now, as I look up, my hear yearns
To see this star, the light that burns.

If only I could fly and see them as I pass by.
If only I could reach them as fast as a sigh.
My desires would be relieved from this woe;
My desire to see the two stars of Albireo.

Starry Cosmos

Space and time, where mysteries reside,
Bring forth thoughts that will collide.

Speculations, theories... there's still time.
But we won't get the answers by the drop of a dime.

Patience, the greatest value of all,
Is required by us to later stand tall.

For now, the cosmos are clear, no clouds in sight.
Almost everyone is asleep, calling it a night.

Though gazing up above is a wonder indeed,
Rest is something we all really need.

The stars that twinkle resonates
A ray of hope in our dreaming states.

I say good night to you at last
As I look upon the sky so vast.

Astronomy and Poetry in one! A 'good night poem' to all astronomers out there.

Unspoken

As I am adrift in an almost-empty space of thought

Where time itself seems to cease,

My mind, bereft of all its sense,

Is encumbered by memories of you so sweet.

A blanket of darkness covers the night,

Filling the air with its dreaded touch

That can consume the faint of heart.

But recollections of you help me cast away my fears.

Though nightmares I dread at the loss of my sight,

Closing my eyes only shows me

An image of you that is still yet so clear.

But if I go into slumber, you, whom I cannot forget,

may fly away from my dreams.

I desire only to see you once again

And speak to you the words I, in my heart,

Have kept so long hidden,

never to have been uttered.

Now, I tell you, as long as I am adrift,

Those words will remain uspoken,

The words that hold my life in them.

So Close, Yet So Far

My smile would reach Heaven's peak
Whenever I see that glow on your cheek.
The pitch black darkness of my day
Would seem to lighten and fade away.

The scattered shards of my broken hope
Have been mended; now easier to cope.
All this, and others more, you have brought.
But it's not as great as I once thought.

Now that I feel my life passing by,
Everything that once was seems like a lie.
The sunset's beauty with its crimson hue
Now seems like coming danger imminently due.

A four-lined verse from a lover's hand
Feels meaningless, dull, and strangely bland.
Just the thought of you used to give me repose.
But now everything just comes and goes.

I realized then that you're just like a star.
You seem so close and yet so far.
But like a star, a dream that is silently stilled,
I shall not stop until 'tis fulfilled.

Imagine

I found this text while I was searching for the original version of "Song from a Secret Garden". It's so wonderful.



"Imagine...

Our world floating silently in space. Around it, a white dove flies-- forever circling. Every one hundred years, the dove's wing touches the face of the earth. The time it would take for the feathered wing to wear this planet down into nothing: eternity. But within eternity, time passes. Withing time there is change. Soon, the wing of the white dove will touch our world again. The dawn of a new century... a time for a new beginning."