I was blossomed
With the blessing of mountain and rivers,
Grasses cover me
My friends sheltered in my fold!
But you didn’t like them!
My muscle and flesh
Capture water,
Release it for you  
Through the conduit of nature
With stored nutrient!
But you didn’t consider my contribution!
You didn’t selvage you’re thought with me!
You create your dream model
Without me!
Actually you act like
Savage to ruin me!
You enslave me!

They said
“You are different now!”
I told them – it is the rule of nature,
But I am carrying hardly
One percent difference;
Rest was set by the spiral code,
My base is also ninety nine percent same as of you!
They laughed and replied life is link in the spiral network
Our base was designed on sugar and phosphorus!

A dusty shelf made of wood
That reaches way up high
Lined with every kind of book
Collected as years went by
Stories written to entertain
To swell the beating heart
To inspire the complacent
To create a change
Or make a fresh new start
Magical stories of fantasy fiction
Biographies and poetic prose
Classic tales by Charles Dickens
Filling up all of the rows
But one sits on a cluttered desk
About the mysteries of Heaven
Set apart from the rest
Opened to page seven

I'm learning to lay awake
with myself,
Peaceful and warm I
can be with me,
Caring for myself like I do my chilli plant,
Testing my own leaves for lack of nutrition,
Or love,
Cheap, clean sheets beneath my hands and calves
Light the wick.
Colin Meloy's liquid voice falls
like hail,
Excitable under my skin.
So as I watch the light move across white ceilings I can clear
and muse
and breathe.

I, solemnly swear... . . . .
Who to?
I've never met you.
I could lie through my teeth, & you have to take my word for it.

Of course I have lack of faith.
When I have to trust ******* like this.
Our future is dependent on imbeciles.
Crumpling away.
Like the forests, the lakes, & streams.

Shivering at this thought is an understatement.
The world WILL go on, Mother Nature will rise up & rid herself of the parasites.
That is why I struggle to sleep at night.

I, solemnly swear to do better by this planet.
My,
Our home.

Part of you cradles a star
that's why the Sun loves you

your dust is cosmic
your spirit eternal

the light of your star
a heart made for love

Sun is now cradled
............where it always dips...at dusk
..................seems within reach...of low-lying clouds...
.......................no more birds, butterflies...or other winged creatures

Another day spent...
........................but, the SKY, never rests
....................if not sun, there'll be a moon
................always, night...after day...after night...after day
...........a cloak of darkness has taken over
......eyes roam through the shadows
...recalling one by one...how the day went by

...can't help but smile, for chores and errands done
.........eyebrows are raised, for the ones yet to be finished
...............a sigh, with the wind blowing...for plans...and dreams,
.....................still unrealized....those that persist...but, just...cannot be
.........................i put them aside in shelves...at the back of my mind
..............................stubbornly resurfacing.....every now and then...

I wonder about the SKY
...............................does it ever get tired?......as i am?
..........................for, i now feel the late afternoon aches
....................my body, my thoughts get weary, at this hour...
...............but, i lighten up...when a full moon appears...
...........SKY is revived...a stationary beacon...a nocturnal smile
.......a sign...the night rules for a while...while everyone sleeps
...while sun gets busy, giving light and life on the other side

And i,
...always find a reason to be alone out there...
.........in the silence of a moon glow
.............a rocking chair awaits...
.................in the summer...a woven mat is spread
....................with both arms under my head,
........................i lie on a cold mattress of pebbles and grass,
.............................gaze at the heavenly  SKY.....recognize the bear
.................................the hunter...the morning star...or catch a falling star!
.......................................if i'm lucky, i'd be dazzled by glowing fireflies...

As i...
......................................am always grateful...for another day almost done
.................................and to unfold before long, is a new one
..........................time to finish what's left undone...a time for new beginnings
....................look forward to another day...and another.....and another
.............while i......remain unmindful
........of shadows watching......from afar
...of perils...............lurking........in the dark...

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::::::::::::::Sally

Copyright January 4, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan