kisaw sa sapa

For the last twilight
I shall wait ashore
to hear your name
among the bird's call.
Will I be hearing
the trumpets and
the harps when you come
or shall I be among the
crippled souls to shun.

Father, Father I plead
hear my voice when I speak.

Right now in the sand
where I like to lie
to see the stars
fall down from the sky
and I imagine you are there
sitting in the moon
pulling the sea
to wash away my sins to soon.

(in memory of Ka Erdy)