Of Memories
Lost in the wilderness of dreams,
Noises muffled by what May gives
Gliding serenely by the streams
Waking up with a heart that lives.
Lost in the Valley of Childhood;
Wallowing in the scheme of things
Of ideas that are fine and good
Whatever as long as it clings.
Forest, river, sea, sky, the land
Were created for us to use.
For all of us, over anyone
As long as we dare not abuse.
At this time I have to gather
That most cherished long lost moment;
That riveted on the weather
And permeated the firmament.
Faith, hope, and the power of love;
That man direly needs to be sure,
Mary's help may soar up above
Eternally with the Author.
(Greg Intas Alcala Caponong Trabanca)
