Little Brown Dreams
By Danilo M. Fabiala, Jr.

The sails like American quilts color the horizon,
As Father returns to shore with his plunder,
So as the other heroes proclaimed at noon
With huge mermaids so much for supper.

They came from the edge where my books took me,
Long before they even stretched their arms to tire,
Long before they explored the vast emerald sea,
Long before the night enveloped my town with fire.

I long to see the edge but not to fish,
Spew the lifeless chore of my little island's fate,
Subdue the waves that roar furiously unleashed
And then return with me the golden gate.

About the Author:
Jed Fabiala is 22 and a native of Corcuera, Romblon. He is graduating this semester from Manuel L. Quezon University with a degree in Accountancy.