Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE

Your bloods runs through me
Your breathe flows through me
You are the soul of my being

Like a bee buzzing on my flower
I am YOUR flower waiting for my YOU-bee

Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE

I often ask myself
Am I being myself?
And the answer is always NO
I am being YOU
What was me - is now YOU

With the innovative artistic stroke
YOU created my LOVE from your soul
My life-vessel is colored by YOU
On top of that you sprinkled your scent
Your Jasmine perfume fragrance my life
Your smile on my face glitters a sunshine

You groom me new & adorn me with YOU
As if I am your bride or groom on honeymoon
I desire your Jasmine flower scented nights

I saw in YOU honey dancing in the rain
Like a wet deer I long, withering in pain
In my heart - your blood pumps
In my veins - your spirit runs
In my pulse - your heart beats
In my dreams - I lean on YOU
For every moment, time and again
Making LOVE to YOU

If you ever see me without YOU
YOU will see me like a fish out of water

How is it fair if you rent your eyes to the Cosmic BLUE?
Who pays the rents - I do, with the LOVE of my heart
How is it fair when you stray in every moment of my life
Touching, talking, whispering, smiling, sleeping with me
Every moment of morning, afternoon, evening and night

When you rain on me, I forget myself and flow in YOU
Like red earth - my blood melts in your being

Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE

Your bloods runs through me
Your breathe flows through me
You are the soul of my being

Like a bee buzzing on my flower
I am YOUR flower waiting for my YOU-bee

Come away to me, my LOVE
Run and come to me my LOVE

That place where
I find my BELOVEDz
That very place I learn
The biggest lesson of LOVE
Grappling with our emotions
Grappling with the contours
Of human consciousness

That is the place I roam
In my tatters - ***** loincloth
Seeking charity of my LOVE
Just to secure one glimpse
Of my BELOVEDz looking out for me

From the balcony grilled window
My BELOVEDz cries seeing me
Begging for her LOVE

That is the place
Where I sit down near the shrubs
To listen the loud-playing music
Booming out of the Beloved's window
Rendering LOVE's romantic BLUES

It is that place
Where I sit in the mud and
Listened the wordings of LOVE-lyrics
My BELOVEDz wants me to understand

It is where I eat the food that
BELOVEDz gives me every evening
It is where I drink
The water from a pitcher
My BELOVEDz leaves near
The last step of her staircase
Leading to her home

As I sip the soup
In the shade of a prickly bush
Nibbling at the dried bread piece
The remains from my BELOVEDz food

It was there I realize
In front of her abode where I sit
The taste and flavor of true LOVE
The hunger of AGAPE LOVE

My BELOVEDz is gracious to part
With me her silent wisdoms of LOVE

BELOVEDz' LOVE
- Is my education
- Is my penance
- Is my sacrifice
- Is my awareness

Now I know
LOVE is experiencing "love"
As a Unique "NOW"

I want to run away,
away from where they want me to stay,
away from a world where everybody is living astray,
a world where the rich may overstay,
but where the poor are kept away..

a world where devilish persons are given love instead of hate,
a world where the poor and weak are being left with their old same fate..
they said
'In humanity have faith'

what is humanity?
where is sympathy?
All we are doing is hailing money,
instead of healing the needy..

we are living in a world where even animals are getting their rights..
but where the poor ones are still kept out of sights..
they who spend their nights without lights,
they who accept their fate without fights,
they who live their entire life without delights..
they who no matter what the day is,live their lives with every kind of frights..

Saving a life is more than ending your life with drugs..
Giving someone one more reason to live is more than being thugs..

Billions of people out there screaming for succour,
Yet all we do is show rancour..

We are all human beings,
Are we humiliated when giving the poor ones awnings?
Are the rich ones the only ones worthy of blessings?
Are they all gonna have the old same endings?

Rich,not everybody can be,
but everybody deserves the door to a happy life's key..

whether we're talking about a poor man or a rich man,
or a poor woman or a rich woman,
we are all human beings,
then what is preventing us from being human?

Be the light to guide those who can't see in the dark..

because it could have been you,
like it could have been me,
They can be saved by you..and me!
Together we can make them become who they deserve to be..
a somebody instead of a nobody..
I ain't running away because i still have faith in humanity..

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Remembering,
how fast April, May and June ended,
gone.......yet, their breezes,
still whistle their songs into July
brazenly...heard by conscious, sharp ears,
by the bedroom door, i see how they
blow and push...how they move everything
...................
like these dancers on the window
moving with such grace,
always obsequious
to the call of the wind,
  ....................
soft silky bodies...dancing freely
moving with a gentle sway...flowing
flinging, waving up, down....in floral,
fruity and rustic prints....flimsy,
like summer scarves, in yellows,
reds, greens, blues, and browns
...................
baring......sometimes, hiding
a rich tapestry of an arcadian scene:
wide open areas of lush green
beside gold-colored fields,
eyes of passersby are stunned even more
by the long, wide, swaying leaves
of the proud  tobacco plants.
.....................
tireless hanging dancers, graceful and lithe,
organza curtains, pierced by rays of sunlight,
dancing with much fire, as wind becomes wild,
...but, shy at nights, when stilled by drawn blinds...
.........................

........Dancers........
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      Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  July 1, 2018