They Call Me Crazy Filipino Lady As If It's a Bad Thing

They call me crazy Filipino lady as if it's a bad thing

Dangerous and envious from your dismal food!

Your sounds mysterious like the ocean roaring,

Every whizzing, missing from the secret waves

Found the neighboring storm in everlasting day

Silent as the dawn from a glad politeness took

Across the sunrise I perceived the door ajar!

I stood before the window, silent and unseen,

Plunged amid the shadows like a watery wreck,

Around my forehead I perceived the light escape

Laid by a forehead, as at the full sacrament

High in the haze of a superior spectre

Found the neighboring storm in everlasting day

Invites to the north the disappointed sunshine

Sings to this pleasure as this restless holiday

Back to the happy winds we steal a notes away

Scattered across the splendor of the summer day,

Remembering the strange wood in the distant seas

Muttered the tale into those birds at eventide

Who loved the poem of their presence overhead

Upon the rushing of that city sweet and long,

Passed in music unto that melancholy song.

Tender was this sweet vision of love and longing!

Her only voice was the memory of the soul

Deposed to every throe the stately landscape.