to the little one in olongapo

The soft sunshine that had broken
Through the web-stained windows
Marked this return to life.
Phenomenal it was
To watch the eyes
Glisten with tears
Like the moment never transpired
In a hundred years.
The faceless enemy seemed
To swim back
To consciousness
Armed with neither crown nor lantern,
Voiced yet veiled.
Tonight, the blue moon soared
To toss another star
Unbraiding the clouds
As the meteor crawled
God’s head-bound.