The Poet In Me

I have been writing poems since I can remember. But what I can't  remember is how it started or who influenced me to write. And I am certain it wasn't my grade school teacher nor my friends. It's not even in our bloodline.  With that, I'm gonna let you take a peek on one of my poems:

A Gypsy's Prayer

I wandered through the ruins of Angkor Wat

To find the greatest grace of mankind

I mused the carvings of Borobudur

To uncover the soul of the mind

Sought for happiness in every grain of sand

And bathe in the wisdom of every man

Yet even the highest peak of the Everest

Could not see the future on the palm of my hand

Let me follow the course of Amphawa river

To find the tail of the wildest meander

Let me gather the force of Pagsanjan Falls

And learn where the rainbow begins

Push me through the massif of Sierra Madre

To measure the limit of my understanding

Let me gather the fireflies in the evening 

And allow me to worship the stars

Bring me to the shore where I was born

Where murmurs of familiar waves are endless

Take me to the ocean I call home 

Where the movement is evasive and cunning

I long for the wind I call partner

That used to tell me bedtime stories

Take me to the land I call mother

That which used to remind me of my dreams

Maryann Maglangit
07-21-2013