By Luis G. Dato

I lift my soul into the infinite,
And seek to wrest its mystery from night,
The why of stars and days, the why we moan
For elixirs we find from lips alone.

For elixirs we find from lips a lone,
A momentary flame we soon find gone,
Night answers not beyond the window bars
Other than show inscrutable its stars.

Ghost of the days that cross in time and space,
To leave only the memory of a face,
I lift my soul your mystery to find,
And soon I see but leaves blown in the wind.

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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