Tagbilaran Nocturne

 In Tagbilaran’s moonlit glow,

A young soul emerges, ready to show.
Isla bonita  gal, wild with dance,
Spins through the night in the dance floor.

The historian remembers, in rhythm’s embrace,
A '90s dance, a familiar face.
Wild girls laugh, the scene’s a blur,
Eyes of a husband, pocketknife stir.

Perfect moments, island heat,
Where past and present fiercely meet.
A night of freedom, unbound, unspoken,
In the heart of the party, all hearts are open.

Negrosanon Poet Sir Penn T. Larena 2024