by Justine C. Tajonera
Could there be
inspiration in all
this world's weariness
and disenchantment?
Could there be
a lyrical song in all
this discordant
noise?
I look at my son
and I remember those
first dark days
after his birth.
Love is not always
shining or magical
or blooming
but there is one thing
I know it is
and it is
sacred.
(Feb. 23, 2010)
By Justine C. Tajonera
My steps drag,
my eyes droop,
my shoulders sag
as I walk on.
I'm sapped of all
strength,
making up for night
after night
of fatigue.
But I look to
the lighthouse,
unceasing, steady
in its sight.
Night after night,
it has lit
a safe path
for seafarers
whether the ocean
is calm
or enraged.
In the face of
this strife
and labored breath,
I look to the lighthouse
to keep me
from drowning
myself
in my own
despair.
(Nov. 7, 2008)
Image is of the lighthouse of Cape Bojeador, Burgos, Ilocos Norte
