Poem

 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)