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Late Evening Echoes

* * * * *

* * *

*

 

Faces of friends, of people i met earlier

are  glittering stars on this late evening's

dark blue sky...their smiles are tattooed

in my mind...they're  hunched, going

lower by the days...slowed down by years.

it must be hard and painful...the arching,

the drooping of the neck, the curving spine,

they endure all, 'til each day's end...they rise

each new dawn...do what they still can do,

lest they stagnate in their aging ponds,

diminish to a state, where food, pills, or

forgotten information are forced on them,

......like drugs, injected into the veins

 

........................

these wee hours bring back the years...

they  have been good...never mind the

hard times...there were, there are good ones

life is a long, wide stream of changing hues,

flowing on and on....my water bears the

colors each new day brings...gray, at times

with sadness and gloom....other days,

blacked by despair...some summers, red,

roseate with glee, or green with life and

hope...blue, when trust is spilling, and

the tranquil sea and sky overwhelm,

with a promise of stability..........white,

when accepting......the unacceptable...

........................

the amber grains and i, are alike

ripened enough to be plucked

be pulled out from an existence...the

signs are known...shown...yet, i wait

for when it is due to happen...and while

waiting, the stalks sway, play and dance  

and enjoy the sun and wind...and i,

while i still can...walk, jump, climb hills

and valleys in this mammoth space

of land and water.............called life

...................

the sounds of my days, i still hear,

i am a lute, a harp, a cello...playing

off-key.....out of tune at times,

my strings are my graying hair,

i still can't stop dying the gray

i still want to highlight the dark,

but, one day, all these will cease...

............

one night, my face will be in one of those

many stars...glittering on a dark blue sky

sending a smile, to my loved ones.

 

 

...................

(there is no other way,

but forward

all are headed

towards an end.)

 

 

Sally

 

 

 

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

      June 26, 2018

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sally-a-bayan
F / Filipino
Published
Jun 25, 2018
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...ahhh, the rains...do make us reflect longer on life...

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