PASIKING NI IYA

Let me weave the moments ... 
 
   When I left you to the spirits at Tiptop 
   but the silhouette of your calmed countenance,
   slept with me that January night ... 
 
   When I caught the clouds at 18 BC 
   with eyes that did not warm even with your smiles,
   leaving a restless shadow in the dark ... 
 
   When I thought you'd never dance at Villaromana 
   yet only the fireflies out side knew,
   how the Cordillera moon rose with you ... 
 
   When I turned my back at Assumption Road 
   because the tears came closer than you did, 
   kissing my hand with California on your mind ... 
 
   When I rose on summer morns at Outlook Drive 
   and found you endlessly resonating 'neath my ears, 

   that I had to silence my heart so I could dream...

   When I made the night shudder at Abanao Square

   only because I wanted to tear the walls down,

   between two different worlds I built in my mind...

   When I had to catch my breath at Rumors

   even with the warmth of April breeze,

   I almost died watching you laugh in another's eyes...

   When I held you last at Session Road

   seeing the arms of Alameda stealing you again,

   from the web of emotions I was still trapped then...

   Let me just weave another moment...

   So when you come back for another pasiking

   I'd like to twine, loop you one with my heirloom

   woven with an ancient heart of an Isnag goddess...