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We headed for Cold Springs
At past eleven this morning
There were countless cars rushing
My sister was driving.

I felt an air of incomparable silence
I sighed in awe...i felt, i knew of a Presence.
Overwhelmed by its essence,
It led me to a view that enveloped me:
The Hudson River, how it filled me with serenity,
The horizon, wavy mountains of reddish brown trees
The vast infinite blue above me
It seemed...all were watching me.

I could only stare at the perfect sky
That drew both my eyes
I could only think of God...feel Him,
In front of Him,
Below Him

...i am bare...body and soul...

like the endless rows
Of towering trees along Palisades Parkway
Bereft of leaves, fallen, and blown away,
For
He sees,
I cannot hide
He knows,
He understands, what goes on within me

I am naked.

On the same route now, going home
I feel again a breathtaking calm
I know i wouldn't tire
Of staring at this huge ball of fire
A yellow gold, still burning
And, oh, how stunning!
To a darker shade of orange...it is turning
Quickly dipping lower
the blue sky becomes purple...and darker
hoping later, a big round star is to hover
A creamy, glowing moon in December
One... i would always remember-

Alone or otherwise...night...or day
I am always aware
......
....i am bare....

He sees
There's nothing to hide
He knows
He understands, what goes on within me
In front of Him
Below Him
.......
.....body and soul.....
.......
I am NAKED.

Sally

Copyright December 5, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
I'd rather be a villian by standing up for myself than the victim Who silently cries for help.
He
Who
Talks
The
Walks
And
Walks
The
Talks
Blabbers
Talks
Makes sense
Senses ****
Walks away
When
He
Is bored
Is tired
He
Walks
Too much
Too far
Likes it

He
Perhaps
Experiences
****

****
That
He
May be
Shielding

He cuts loose
The struggle
He lets go

He
Begins to travel
As he desires

To know
More or less
Battles
The usual mess
But
On the inside
Only on the inside

Distinguishes
The real
From the surreal

He sings
About life
About bikes
About the mountains
Aloud
So that
The world could hear
About her
But on the inside
Only on the inside

He dances
To dance
Just for the ****
He’s not good
But he dances
Jives
Not good
Street dances
Pretty good
Dancing legs
A delight
To his mind

Infectious
With his laugh
And
An asymmetric smile

Lives
In dreams
In parts

The world
For him
Has fallen
The world
For him
Fallen

Still
He rises
For him
He inspires
Himself
Admires
Life

He
Is
He
First time my sight
Fell on You
During that warm June night,
I had no clue
That I was already trapped
From the very start.
Your wishful prisoner.
Forever.
God Bless You
Since you don't remember
Our kisses,
A long, long time ago
In another life,
Let me send you a thousand
Smiles.
Shall they harvest
The fields of gold
Swallow the stars
And embrace your sky.
God Bless You.
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