Two in the afternoon. My humidity-kissed family gathered round the telly. Wowowee ng bayan is on. Chorale of blind people singing in a semi-circle. Laarni of Pinoy Dream Academy in full musical blooming and soft, soft fuchsia. A rendition of “Looking Through the Eyes of Love” ardently calling, reaching out for the soul.
Please, don't let this feeling end,
It's ev'rything I am,
Ev'rything I wanna be;
I can see what's mine now,
Finding out what's true,
Since I've found you
Lookin' through the eyes of love
Now I can take the time,
I can see my life
As it comes on shining now;
Reachin' out to touch you,
I can feel so much,
Since I've found you
Lookin' through the eyes of love.
The song went on. Inside me its million magenta echos stirred. I looked over my shoulder. Kweng’s Ovaltine-heaped spoon paused midway to her mouth. Mott squirmed in her seat, twirling a tangerine ribbon with her fingers. Mama’s gaze glistened a bit. Papa openly wept.
And now I do believe, that even in a storm, we'll find some light; knowing you're beside me, I'm alright. I stood there, humming along. Flowing along. My heart looking on. Holding on. Telling me more.
*For what the eyes alone so often seek but so seldom find, when all we really need to see and feel and tell is the [thinking] heart.
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