Interlude in Isabela (poem)




moon rises

creeping inch by inch

over the silhouette of a sleeping edifice

dark but for the watchful eyes

of windows softly glowing

with the spectral light of incandescent lamps.

distant stars flickering

add their wavering lights

to the chilling air

compounding the silence that

you and i share

between long-drawn breaths

sitting on cold steps as we

await the morning.