In Wide Angle
By Mary Ann Cabanting

Of wider perspective and 
countless space,
  A length within a length of
 endless phase.
  Thou sweet eyes is ethereal in 
every grace.

My heart roams in the gentleness 
of slopes
  Softly, convergent my mind envelopes,
  Never ending in the circle of scopes.

In the midst of bliss of an unscaled terrain
My dreams alive, stretched in a plain;
  My hands unchartered in the 
after-glow of rain.

The sincerest wind blew in the
ocean wide
Rumbling thy wave of tears I 
may have vied,
Tenderly, into the sands of our 
Divine Guide.