It would fill up, span, the annals of
human history,
For the journeys he has taken
and lived
They speak of a thousand lives
and not just the man he is
today.
But his is not the freedom to boast
Of the travels, the roads he’s walked from east to west
In his grasp, there’s only the right
to choose
To live a man, or die, divine!
So many crossroads in a life so
complex, so true
As he looks at the water, there,
is his reflection
How come it does not show
The battle scars, the wounds, the
pains of a thousand swords?
He raises his eyes heavenwards
Eyes that question what his lives
have been all about
Answers won’t come; they never
did.
But he knows. He knows.
His is the burden no one else may
carry
It is no one else’s. Only his to own.
In the midst of the waters that is life and the world
He is forever alone. His pains reach
eternity.
To live a man, to die divine,
Much is the price; only he can
understand.
Up in the sky, a flock of birds fly on
Someday, when his time has
come... he too, will be up
there.
At dawn, he will fly on.
Source: FB/Filipino Poets in Blossoms
May 27, 2021
