the landscape is especially sparkly today
so many sparkles entered my body
it’s like fireworks in here

Late at night
After midnight
I am here
With my cup of coffee
With all the sounds in my head
With all the fantasy
The mystery
I sat there under the moon
Under those three lined stars  that I like
Under that cold  breeze
I am here
With a gale of thoughts
I wish they are just like that breeze
Come and go before you know it
And between all the thoughts
Between all the words
“  Y o u  “   came
With all the memories
That were here
In a dark room
In the back of my head
Waiting for the nice cold wind
To stimulate the memory
With sadness
With the  hope of having it back
To have me back
The old  unbroken me

Pages turn,
chapters end,
books are finished.
With resolution, and head
held high, I'll
fly away to somewhere
safer, where there's
less pain.
I try to love you,
but you just
push me away.
The heart is a
silly dreamer.
It sees life as it
should be...could be,
and not as it
really is.
The head sees what
the heart doesn't.
Emotions can be as
treacherous as a
rabid dog or a
razor blade.
I wish I were a
redwood or a rosebush,
or even a dandelion
just
swaying in the
breeze.

Science is son of poetry
Psychology, daughter of sea
Wind is father of religion
Earth's mother, the fire engine.
Through the self-centered rhythm
Light and twilight saddle me
In the ring of solarium
Temper of seasons suckle me.
Tomorrows and yesterdays are
Torches and candles of the Time
House of here and heavens of far
But cradles in Space paradigm.

When peaceful night gets uneasy by cool breeze
Then moon teases by peeking through my window
Uncomfortable feeling arises which bothers me!

Days go by trying to convince my self  
Sleepless nights I spend constantly turning
Restless feeling approaches which bothers me!!

When cloud wonders roaming on sky above me
This secluded environment touches my mind and soul
Desires of warm love really bothers me!!!

Today......in some places, heavy rains and
gusty winds rule, no way to control them
today, here where i am....sun beams with
fire.........hands keep fanning the hot spell
away, i think of ice...of snow falling from
heaven....touching the skin with coldness
that freezes the sadness in our heads...we
slowly become aware.........silently, gently
it fills spaces...seeming weightless.......yet
it soothes feelings....every drop, a comfort
we ponder more, as it amasses....painting
hills,  mountains, with  immaculate white
all over.....as if choking, but never slaying
cleansing........healing.......even the human
heart and mind, from bad energy......from
stubborn dirt......from being broken.....the
sparkle of white and  the refreshing  cold
bring clarity  to one's darkened  thoughts
a respite....a shedding of old, broken skin
much like new existence..............a rebirth.


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. bayan
September 16, 2018

The road was all mud
she slipped with the drizzle
and you couldn't tell
the color she wore
but her big awed eyes
colored the land in all colors
making her lose breath
gazing at every little thing
till over the noise of lightning
boomed her father's voice
be fast girl before the rain is harder
when she would run for his hand
and slip again and again
counting fun at every fall
her eyes a glowing island
from the mud scarred face.

Once in the market
the man gave her a good wash
little knowing she was drenched
with all the dreams
eyes could ever see.