May your day be filled with sunshine and giggles that inspire and make you celebrate the moment that is a gift.

May you remember what it like to be a kid again and play inside the day connected to the excitement and wonder of life.

May you look in mirror and smile knowing that you are sacred and loved.

Dear lady
I must warn
I am dented
Beyond repair
The point is simply
I've been kicked
Every-*******-where
I've lost worlds
Crashed and burnt
I've lost a dozen fights
Dare cheek I turn

But one thought of you
My heart skips a beat
Please be careful
Of what you seek!

"All of us beings"
Believing we're free
Have We?
Could We?
Been tricked or deceived?

We boldly live our lives
And somehow we believe
That we understand the path
Upon this existential sea

But wisdom dictates different  
Nothing can last forever
Especially at this rate
Where nothings getting better
+

There's a snow shovel
On my porch
Under a light
As bright as a torch
A place for gathering falling stars
Unfortunately snow
Is all we are
Frozen here for just one kiss
Waiting to melt
In eternal bliss
Yes it's winter
My heart is blue
I need summer
Just like you!

......................

I am a foreign body, floating on the moon's surface,
suit-protected.....winds are blowing without cease.
high and low i go, over its dark craters
strange, not seeing fog or mist in the atmosphere.

the cold quiet leaves me in awe
soundless, as the moon that glows
'pon which i raise my eyes to,  from below
i sense a mix of joy and fear....i don't know

this boundless heaven has me conquered
the moon, and its silence......so open-ended
...if it's possible....i have often wondered
who knows, somebody must've dared, or tried,
i believe those wise words most often uttered:
...no man is an island...

from the moon's surface, i could picture
bright events to come in a few days...i'm sure
fires of red, blue and green would soon be bursting
to light the world...when the new year comes marching

there's this longing...to go home, to my earth  
where God meant me to be, the planet of my birth
to celebrate life...the present, the future, even the past
....to show, to speak my  gratitude......no matter what...

Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
December 29, 2018

(a work of fiction)

There can be no certainty

Ever
Anywhere
This is all I know

One and
One is two
Maybe I am mad
Maybe I have been lied to

I don’t
Really know
Things that I believe
Just because I have been told

What if
All of this
Is only my dream
In a world I cannot see

We shall never know; we may only believe

There can be no certainty