One Morning

The glimmer of gold
at the end of the night
with patches of mist gliding along
the gentle ripples, on the face of the sea

the soothing hum of the night
transforming gently
to the sound of life anew
stirring creatures from restful journeys...

then the herald streaks through the sky
magnificent wings outstreched
pointing to the east, and to the west

a swirling in the sea
bringing up something in the spinning mist.

Akin to all the mysteries in the deep
-- the new sea-born

and the light of the Sun flashed strong
the day is here
and in the light the form came clear
rippling like waves in high seas

and the herald spoke her name
the breeze caressed her hair
the light entwined her body
all things began anew

and that was the day we meet,
is that right?

or maybe it was just a dream.

By Paul Kekai Manansala