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Sitting on this lonely shore
between sandcastles built
earlier in the day
by happy fingers
with buckets of sand,
seashells and laughter

I can almost hear
their echoes on the surf
as it moves closer,
white frothy foam
reminders that each day
must come to an end

I watch as lights
sail out towards the horizon
becoming lost among
the multitude of stars
now twinkling cheerfully
on the quiet evening sky

A reclusive blue moon
weeps a doleful glow
and I can feel its
desperate pull
thinking aloud
I know how it feels

And as the silhouette
of a ship, not one that
passes in the night
but it feels the same,
slowly disappears,
a tear falls my cheek

I sigh and wave
a half hearted farewell,
knowing it’s not forever
though it might as well be
because I am missing
you already

When I see a shooting star
streak across the sky
and I make a wish
that you have a
safe travels,
endless smiles
and you hurry back...
*to me

We worked hard for these plans for so long
these dreams, we feel, could never go wrong
we have given them our all...they are nearly done,
but, "nearly" doesn't mean it's been won
deep inside, we keep alive their  essence
and we choose to stretch our patience...

We wait...

Notes have yet to be written on the bars
the tunes seem to be playing among the stars
lyrics are springing back and forth
"pen-rubber-pen," is a cycle that can't be fought
they are songs taking too long to be sung
in the air, they fly, like arrows being slung
in spaces too far flung...

We sit on the edge, while waiting...

They are verses that falter
have yet to make it on white paper
altered thoughts, words displaced
lines, here and there...disorganized
hanging...
with unknown endings
work is pending
we desperately seek for the missing element
to come up with meaty, meaningful contents...

We console ourselves, and say, "maybe later..."

They are faces that hide
there, at the back of our minds
smiling at us in our darkest hours
they make us cry, laugh, turn our moods so dour
keeping us company twenty-four/seven,
we fervently wish, the odds would become even
yes...we long for their physical presence
but....it can't...it just doesn't...happen!
they keep stalling
courage could be waning...

It is hard to comprehend why...we're still willing to wait.

When most days of life have passed
and while waiting, we breathe our last,
our songs, our meandering loves, our dreams,
our long written poems with scattered themes,
like shredded paper, shall go with the final heave of our chests
fly away, flee to the open spaces...to find rest,
and, after wandering all over...they would then settle down
to finally become the color of the ground.

One day,  things would fit into their proper places,
people will wear smiles on their faces
nothing would seem to be wrong
the air would be filled with songs
from new lives, new loves...risen from the fall
from life's cycle....these unknowing souls
their palms, with lines and colors, much brighter
they could be luckier
they have better chances...they show more courage
the wind brings good fortune, they now have the edge...

How are they to know, their most desired aspirations
used to be other people's inspirations
in the past generations?
their dreams realized had once been,
Things that were not meant to be.


Sally


Copyright JUNE 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Love me like a fragile flower
Teach me to fly with you, my dear
Now you can seal my trembling lips
Come, wrap your arms around my hips

Love all of me even my scars
Oh, make me see the moon, the stars
Come, feel the warmth of my soft touch
Fall unto me, I'm here to catch

Love me from day until the night
Steal my breath and even my sight
Suspend the time, I need a pause
Don't ask me why, love is the cause

I am all yours, come, love me, dear
I need you now, isn't it clear?
Stay with me and make me feel
This time is ours, this love is real*.