.....
the wonder of that starry night was paled
by you.....as you stood at the veranda,
waiting........to board the car...
a smile on your face shone shyly
your dark blue sequined dress
glittered with your every move
you were ready for your prom night...
we took pictures of you, from many angles
and from those various points, i saw
how lovely you have grown to be...
your determination to go, despite the odds
..made you a hard stone...
i have seen, i heard you play your guitar...
it almost made me mad, when you let meals wait,
i felt your stress when you prepared for a debate
i have realized...i have recognized
your many talents and capabilities...they are
your facets, like those of a precious gemstone
your whole being emits a kind of luster, i know,
would brighten even more....with time...
in my eyes, that night, you were...and will always be
...a  sparkling diamond.



Sally


Copyright April 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

I'm slipping, tripping-
forgotten how to stand.
Choking, drowning,
sinking like quicksand.

I'm aching, breaking-
feel my heart shatter.
Abusing, wasting,
this life, doesn't matter.

I'm failing, trailing-
always two steps behind.
Lying, cheating,
truth is vexing to find.

I'm choosing, losing-
decisions are always bad.
Longing, yearning,
for clarity I never had.

I'm falling, calling-
can no one hear me cry?
Dissolving, fading,
in the blink of an eye.

I'm waiting, anticipating-
the bottom can't be far.
Hoping, wishing,
on a lonely nights star.

I'm blending, pretending-
smiles mask the pain.
Begging, pleading,
for a day without rain.

There's a pull
So strong it's almost a push

And no..
I don't know where to
But I feel it in the air.

It's almost like I can feel wisps of hair
Tickle my face with the breeze.
A smell lightly floats on wind
And yet I've never smelled it.

Who are you?
And why do I need to touch you?

Grasp softly, handfuls of hair and let my wrists rest gently on your neck as I get closer to your lips.

As I
Stare
And want.

As I close my eyes and lean in
And all I'm holding disappears
Blowing away in the wind

Because you either are a past live's memory
Or you are a fuzzy,
Familiar,
Psychic dream.