They're white flags...waving,
on stretched dreary nights, til morn,
when breeze blows stead'ly...
they're screened slideshows of
dreamed moments......a face, a name,
tease the aching heart...
thoughts of what's not here
stir the mind and the senses,
when eyes are closed shut
sober moments break,
pieces shimmer in the dark
................serenity fades...
i look up...beg, that
my dreams and wishes, become
miracles...from God...
Sally
Copyright January 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 3:46 AM UTC
They're white flags...waving,
on stretched dreary nights, til morn,
when breeze blows stead'ly...
they're screened slideshows of
dreamed moments......a face, a name,
tease the aching heart...
thoughts of what's not here
stir the mind and the senses,
when eyes are closed shut
sober moments break,
pieces shimmer in the dark
................serenity fades...
i look up...beg, that
my dreams and wishes, become
miracles...from God...
Sally
Copyright January 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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