manuel of la brea

05

your elf

though i’m not a goddess of meadow,
you called me your elf, although
you’re the one who guards me with charm.

though i’m not a goddess of trees so green,
you still called me a beauty, although
you knew i never belong to the scene.

even in the hollowed-out tree trunks,
you had no second thoughts:
you chose to come here and see me
even if it would cost a pretty penny
for more than a petty fight,
but also to appreciate my beauty.

you brought the breeze and it was calm
and peaceful it was summer bliss!
with you i felt so radiant, so lovely.
never in my mind i called this lonely.

from baguio where our love scattered
across the majestic mountains and borders.

from baguio where i live alone,
you came here and brought me home.