Darkness* inhaled and *light
Became night, it whispered
Terrors upon the mind,
Nightmares,
Sight,
Sound,
Different upon the black canvass
The night silent,
But Whispers of nothing
Heard through senses,
That fear the obscurity
Of things not
Known,
Detected,
Perceived,
What happens
When we ask is anything there
And the darkness answers back,
"We have always been here"
The screams of insanity
Heard,
Breaking into the silence
That darkness brings
A phobia of the dark
Or of what talked back,
When next encircled
By the veil of night.
Are you brave enough to ask
"Is there anybody there"
Will you be a frenzied mess
Or
One that is rational and answered back..

Why do i think of us, in colors of flames so red....on a day so somber?
I see ***** of fire, they dance against a pool of blue,  tranquil water
The red now turns to a yellow tangerine, like smouldering ember
And flames are definitely reaching up, soaring, higher, higher
With hints of orange, then on to a deep yellow, like amber.
Bright lively orange could only be our burning desire
-----------------whether in the summer-------------------
-------or, in the cold days of December--------
---MAGICAL, every moment of fi-re ---
every coo, every whisper, so tender
day and night.....year after year
rain, sun, wind, any weather
we must try not to falter
let our fiery colors
N E V E R
end
up
a
dying
E M B E R.
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Sally

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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan