III.
Devotion oft pierces the coldest breast,
Striking true and igniting itself on
Embers long lost at a simple request,
Waking passion's eye to a brilliant dawn.
Passion, itself, maintains constant motion
Heaping more to burn in the storm's fury.
Yet, the Muse comes for me in creation,
Passion unending, intended glory
While she remains. Though fickle as she be,
When left alone, my fire dims unbidden,
Leaving dismay, no longer may I see
Love's fire burn so bright, suddenly hidden.
With love, life remains on lofty places
While love lost presents no friendly faces.
© George Galang February, 2001
Striking true and igniting itself on
Embers long lost at a simple request,
Waking passion's eye to a brilliant dawn.
Passion, itself, maintains constant motion
Heaping more to burn in the storm's fury.
Yet, the Muse comes for me in creation,
Passion unending, intended glory
While she remains. Though fickle as she be,
When left alone, my fire dims unbidden,
Leaving dismay, no longer may I see
Love's fire burn so bright, suddenly hidden.
With love, life remains on lofty places
While love lost presents no friendly faces.
© George Galang February, 2001