By the bay window, I sit.....
I turn to look around,
With a sigh......
This silence that surrounds me
Is not silence at all...no, it doesn't help a bit...
Even the low-lighted lamp
Couldn't still this agitated heart of mine...
My body is being pulled from up,
Something else is pulling it downwards.
I feel I have to go outside
And chase a flying balloon in the dark,
While I hesitate to even leave this room....
I always fall victim to this restiveness
That nightly prevails upon me......
Nights when I am stripped of my usual aplomb.
Back and forth I walk,
Several times I look out the window
As I go through long tormenting moments
That don't seem to end.
Still, I am awake at this late, late hour,
.........waiting for you............
.........wanting you................
.........longing for you............
I keep tossing and turning,
The whole bed is awry
Pillows are almost torn in two
Sheets are crumpled, and
Almost peeled away from the mattress....
.........all lie in disarray...........
The bedroom is a mess,
Even my mind, I confess.
With a sigh,
I turn to look around,
By the bay window, I sit.
Sally
Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...quite a big shift from the usual....I thought, maybe this is too much.....
...but then, change is always a welcome treat......this is my first attempt, so, good luck to me....