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

In times of uncomfortable, we struggle here in this here Life.
We feel overcome by our struggle or pain that we deal with.
But with each passing of it, we realize that we are stronger.
Knowing that once more the Creator of the Heavens above.
Has strengthen us with his renewing strength that comes from him.
For his Holy Spirit resides within us, helping us to be a over comer.
Thus revealing God our Lord is our Savior and Lord that saves us.
For he gave not to condemn us, but to open our eyes to sin here.
So that through his Help and obedience we can lay down our sins.

i.

Gracefully,
She tastefully-
Amazingly,
Loveth me;

ii.

Thankfully,
I'm blatantly,
Her king of
Dream's, wherein
Sparkles gleam,
And satellite
Ring's; maketh
Babies from me
And her's trail.

iii.

Europeasian braille,
For the sightless, europosia;
We teacheth those without hearing to heareth,
meladrona to those that fear, to be fearless, and bestride the pinnacle of perheava.

iv.

Blithe of the era-
That's never ending;
Eternal, amour
Unbending.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

O' bygone poet's,
For where hath
Thou gone;

O' bygone poet's,
I keepeth thee alive;
In mine poetic song's.

O' archaic poet's,
Arise from thy
sepulchre;

O' archaic poet's,
Hath thou gone
Lost; massacred.



©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poets poetry