Without Thou eyes

Some tears rest soft

So lonely and bereaved

Of words grasped to breath

Gone is the nights

When sunset's breeze lost

The coolness and the solemnity

Through the brevity of time

So clear and lenient

The taste of the morning flames

Mourning and moaning quiet

To main sheathe gay

Beneath, with heads

Of fears and shames

How set best by Thee

To tears ran free

But though time

Isn't fair and pretty

Within, the unfathomable essence

Framed its dying glory

Thou fateful art

Pondered fair but go plain

For trusts creep forth

Yet, moods are so blind

Prayers fling out

Into a vast of raging tears

To whom  let loose and let flee 

The moments lost at prime

Some frowning smiles left

To a trace of inferiority

The love and the only love

To love that loved by Thee

Written by:

~ Bernando A. Minguita Jr. ~