Signals cross dissonant chills along the surface of my skin,
Prickled hair rises up under the brush of my touch.
Warm sensation waves attention
as flags fly high warning shots into the sky.
My eyes wide shut abruptly
in case the wind blows particulate
along the curving arch of my vision,
flipped back open upon collision,
batting down waterfalls in between curtain calls
as clapping hands of a broad audience
pass the winning touchdown play onto poppy seed fields.
My Love runs long and deep like the river through lost canyons,
hiding unknown along the moist horizon of dew drop mornings.
...Oh, me?
I'm doing just fine fair weather,
Light as a feather, am I.
But look!
...how the Earth shakes proudly the rocks upon her back.
Cast no Stones, She moans
...and you?
How do you do?

~

Asked to see a fool,
I was handed a mirror

6X6

Here on earth, our lives began
Surviving daily, carrying our own crosses.
Some have lighter or easier ones,
Others are heavier than life itself
Too many, laden on their shoulders.
Is there ever life without crosses?


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

With Thee

Not sure how this  would figure
But we could've been closer,
Things...would've been better
Time and circumstances keep us far from each other
Long ago, I sketched this place on paper
It is now etched mentally... permanently,
Here, where long, swaying branches dangle gracefully
A beautiful oasis, where trees surround
Along a placid stream, where crystal waters abound.

This is where i go
When feeling sad, or aglow,
I simply close my eyes
And easily, I am in an isle

A place created by me
Not just YOU or I exist, but WE
Could only be shared WiTH THEE
A place I've aptly named, THE ISLE OF WE

While working on this magical space
My brush strokes just fell into place,
Not two, not one ever strayed,
With lighter hues of aqua-blue...green...never blae.

It matters not if I'm between a dream and reality
It is where you are, it is where I want to be
When I keep to myself, when I close my eyes
I am instantly here, in this isle
Perfectly beside you,
Holding hands, we take in the view...

Paradise is here,
In this, unknown sphere,
From this isle, I would never flee
Where only I, exist.....WITH THEE.


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
.........

(10 X 10)  

What a prudent choice, to walk under the pouring rain,
enjoy its cool, refreshing comfort, touching, sliding down one's toes,
walk over the puddles, and spots that are so muddled ...
body, mind, clothes, soaking wet...stained, ingrained with stubborn dirt,
now, washed away...you, courageously surviving acid tests of life,
emerging cleansed, transformed, filled with more sense, wisdom and tolerance,
no more airs, just compassionate, sharing more, this time around...
It's like a new YOU, facing the same world, armed
with rekindled enthusiasm, an enhanced attitude, and fresh, newborn perspectives.

Be brave, be drenched with rain...let it cleanse you.


Sally


Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan