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New York Reflections By Fr. Jun Villanueva

IF I COULD ONLY BRING THE SUNSET IN A CUP


I could not.
Like the rainbow inside my pocket.
They fade away like soap bubbles
And balloons lonely floating in the sky.

When the skyline is painted with fake lights
And the ocean roars of engine and smoke
I dreamt of the shore and the winds and the sky
Where the sunset rests in her mighty throne.

If I could only bring the sunset in a cup
I will paint the Brooklyn Bridge anew
With the splendor of a jewel and a diamond
Untouched by all their wanderings.

I could not.
So let the sky be painted in gloom
So let the ocean long for its waves
So let the autumn rains sing on in pain.

I could not.
So let the bells forget their songs
And the lonely sparrows look for their home
If I could only bring the sunset in a cup.

The streets, when bathed by the falling leaves
Are dark and cold and lost
And the pale Manhattan skyline, in all her majesty
Without the sunset, is empty and in gloom.

If I could only bring the sunset in a cup
But I could not.






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