“And when the rising sun has first breathed on us
with his panting horses, over there
the red evening-star is lighting his late lamps.”
– fr. Georgics, Virgil (70 – 19 BC), Roman poet
(Nagano, Japan, February 1995)
(The snowy chill of Nagano seeps thru my bone
Nostalgia leaks out of me and I think of home
I reflect, as I watch an awe-inspiring dawn.)
i drift about floating in dream
and I sense a soft, silky dawn –
a liberating, seamless sensation!
the swift sun-horse bloating in beam
evening-star lamp fades in a yawn –
i wake, marvel at flawless Creation!
yawn and dawn
sleeping and waking
dreaming and doing
– reality is
daydream and nightmare.
(c) 1995 Chito L. Aguilar