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

?????????

Time is not flying
the evening hours are so slow, inching by
and spent tossing and turning
my restless mind roams dark avenues
my restless feet roam the bed,
left...right...then back, over and over.
the bed, that was my hammock....no longer sways
a promise of peaceful slumber, flies away,
???????
new and strange images
start to trail me...they're heavy tassels,
tagging on the  hemlines of my mind,
seeking to connect...to be known
???????
this late hour, i recall
a forked road, not far from a winding road,
from afar, a child admires a white castle
high as the clouds, its windows, foggy,
its high fence, mossy...on its front lawn
is a treehouse, perched...resting like a bird
inside a very old tree, leaning to its left side,
with a long set of steps...all painted white.
just below the white steps are gathered,
doyens of poetry...seated in their own chosen
corners...tacit, yet, empowered by their brilliant minds
the tips of their feathered pens, smoothly sliding on
paper......strange, that they're waving at me,
why, they could be dead!
???????
i must be dreaming...my muse is showing
me paths, i would think twice of treading
???????
a quartered moon selfishly glows
unsettles even more, my murky thoughts...
yet....my pressing thumb is on my journals
i must heed.........the need.
???????
"o' my elusive unknown poem,
kindly show me...lead me to your home
let my pen give light to your dim path
give second wind to my weary mind and heart,
deny, even a bit of a space......for wrath,

help me, push me...my efforts musn't cease
show me your face...we'll both have peace."

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Sally  

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 21, 2018

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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