so see as Dalisay,
walks tall along the strand;
in white and yellow on her way
to some enchanted land

for solitude, the gift,
is for her, life and food;
the waves and wind and sand may shift
as may her heart, or mood

she walks there quietly
as day gives way to day;
and clouds provide a canopy
to shield her on her way

her heart you cannot find,
her dream she will not say;
the wellspring there within the mind
of hidden Dalisay