(A tribute to Florencio Saklay de la Cruz, portrait painter)
Every stroke
was a celebration of life.
Every daub of oil on canvas
was a masterful approval
of his portion in the
unrehearsed recital of mortal
existence.
What sublime beauty
heralds as an enduring
work of art
is now an undisturbed
emblem
of a discipline that claims
for its own
what the eyes can only
behold
in
awe.