Through Your Eyes (a sequel to Perspective)

A single wish to beat

The stifling summer heat—

At times, mine is Victory,

At times, fate frowns on me.

I see you, dear child: dressed by the sun,

The wind touching your hair, then it is gone.
Your eyes a pool of questions, your feet itch to run,

To explore. Your smile proclaims the fun.

I take a leaf from you again,

As when you tasted candy in the rain.

I will see the world through your eyes,

Even if it will take a million tries.

*photos by Michael Angelo Maga-ao