By Luis G. Dato
Lukban, you are the stirring of many summer dawns,
You are a giant dahlia upon the clefted lawns,
Your breezes are the spirit of princesses unseen,
Aroma of the aeons and aeons that have been.
There climbs upon your turrets the moss of unsung years,
A cushion soft to cherish the unseen midnight’s tears,
I climb your winding belfry, see thatched roofs and tiled,
Afar, I hear the whisper and rumor of the wild
Your arching summits are as cerulean as your skies,
They watch below an Eden, an earthly Paradise.
