By Luis G. Dato

Your unseen fingers of the night have spun
Auroral flowers that surprise,
Clouds petalled red against the sun,
And scarlet with sunrise.

Last night a terror crept within my heart
With every gust of sudden rain,
Torn, tousled boughs were slapped athwart
My slumbered window-pane.

Perhaps your fingers splashing on the void,
Were frantic with the nearing dawn,
By turns alarmed and overjoyed
At frescoes partly drawn.

Were you afraid lest daylight found your art
A chaos of the cosmic dyes?
Did terror creep within my heart,
Last night before sunrise?

ART by Luis G. Dato
Luis Dato
Luis Dato

Luis G. Dato (July 4, 1906 - January 29, 1985) was a poet, writer and educator from Sta. Cruz, Baao, Camarines Sur. He published books in English including Manila A Collection of verse (1926), My Book of Verses (1936) and the Land of Mai in 1975. He also wrote several books and text in Bikol such as, Vocabulario Bikol-Ingles-Kastila (1963), Cantahon na Bikol (1969), Morfologia kan Tataramon na Bikol (serialized in Naga Times), Patotodon sa Bikol (Bikol Mail) and Sarabihon sa Bikol.

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