Prescience of quotidian enchantments:
The dreams one dreams ‘fore dawn.
Flowers, stars, sun, and moon,
Would seem form’laic were thee gone.
Thy face illumes the perfunctory tides,
Of apathy…, banality;
For if striven assiduously,
Smiles freely radiate from thee.
Myopically one cannot do much more,
Then love this deb’nair season.
For one dreams, hopes, and loves more,
Near thy beauty past all reason.
K. Aldaya, 2008