Cracked, uneven pavement, trampled upon
by bare footsteps of shadows past and gone
lead the way onward to a favored spot
where, treasured memories, are all but caught
dancing, gamboling in this porch of dreams
while glitter and stardust, sparkles and gleams.

Blossoms of sweet scented sampaguita
greet souls like a glass of margarita.
Tiny tight-lipped buds, hiding their beauty
coyly at daytime; all, bound by duty
like the creaky steps that sound an alarm
as I come to this porch, drawn by its charm.

True, it is quite old and needing some work
yet, somewhere in here joy and peace does lurk
chasing ghosts away and spreading good cheer,
that a heart, who has known bounties of fear
may take repose with the sampaguita
right here, where once dreamt, a senorita.

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