Ika-38 Na Tula (Glance)

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The years had settled like dust on a book,
its pages yellowed, its stories forsook.
Yet, the dust of the crowded street,
didn't shook my eyes — a history in repeat.

No steel contraption, no gears in flight,
no cosmic portal bending the light.
Just the gravity of your presence alone
pulled me back to the feeling I've known.

Like waves retracing their path to shore,
like echoes finding the voices before,
the time stretched, the clocks unwound,
and scene lay breathless—my silence, unbound.

Your eyes were lanterns of the spaceless corners,
igniting the path through years I lost in wonders.
No science could bridge the space between,
but one glance turned past to gleam.

The horizon blurred like a fading dream,
as memories bloomed in a timeless frame.
For a glance I traveled, swift and untamed,
defying the laws the wise have named.

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