“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
is sleep.

sleeping and waking
is dreaming.

dreaming and doing
is determination.)

– reality is
daydream and nightmare.

(c) 1995 Chito L. Aguilar


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