I first heard the sound
One summer of long ago.
It was kind of blurred, muffled…but
Later on, the beat, the rhythm surfaced.
Like a breeze that blew from nowhere...
It touched my senses.

Life blossomed
In different  colors..
There was warmth...there was movement
In everything I saw.
Rain or shine, it was there..
Especially when I was too restless
To close my eyes.
My thoughts, my feelings
I learned to shape
In words.

So vividly, I recall,
When new friends came, along with
New ideas, and new places to go to, as well.
Every chance I got,
I went back to the proper setting.
I beckoned it to come,
Over and over.
There was much reluctance during those
Frustrating hours,  night after night.
I realized,  
It had vanished...
Like a river went dry.

Empty journals stared back at me
Amidst  changes and disappointments.
I listened closely... patiently, I waited
For the notes to come back...
The ones I so long to hear.

One late evening, over a cup of coffee,
I felt a kind of light shine upon my head.
Some kind of heat penetrated my mind.
My heart was pounding.....quickly,
I grabbed my pen and paper, and,
Thereupon, my brain seemed to have been ignited,
Ideas started flowing without end...
It was early morning when I turned off my lamp.

Night after night since then,
Or any time of day for that matter,
This God-given gift comes, we meet...
I hold my pen and paper, as I wait
For this lovely tune to bring out once again
The poet, the storyteller in me.....

Sally



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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan