From Cloud 9 at dusk,
a million specks of city lights
beckon to me in unison,
sweetly singing a single name --
unmistakably, undeniably yours. 

The sky plummets into total darkness
and the song of the city lights
ignite with greater fervor:

Such a pity, our beauty offer no mercy
To lonesome spectators as you;
You had better be hooked up with him, dear lady
When you're back for a second view.

This baby was born on January 3, 2009 while mommy was alone by her lonesome in bed pondering the events of a supposedly happy day at Cloud 9, Antipolo.