Later one day, we went to a holiday trip.
Together we went, we went for trekking.
We went to the hills, we went for hiking.

As we went on further, she was awed by the scenic beauty.
As we went on higher, she was awed by that colder temperature.
As we went on farther, she was awed by the natural attraction.

She saw a snow-covered mountain peak enveloped by dark clouds.
She was really intrigued by this scene above her eye level.
She ultimately asked me with a smile, "What is that?"

I answered in one line, "Darling, it is my face in the slivers of your hair."

Ghosts

Children's voices from a nearby school
have softened
and slowly faded away...
the streets are cleared: no more school buses,
all gone
for the day...
people, stray dogs and cats are free,
roaming the streets,
having fun in the fading light,
even as the dark spreads...
faster, and
wider...

evening quickly creeps upon us,
the dark descends lazily on our
weary minds and bodies...
it roosts on our self-confidence,
too long at times...filling spaces
between moments of fresh air
and deep sighs...
sending in unwanted thoughts
things we would rather not remember...
but---
dismal light from a lamppost
sneaks in through the windows,
and creates shadows that sway
and dance on the wall...
dormant figures gain consciousness,
dragons unconquered start to waken...
out in the dark they emerge:
blag!  blag!  .blag!  
heavy footfalls bringing tremors,
breathing out red flames,
and start spreading terror...

in the midst of a spacious arena
is where we find ourselves...
vulnerable, stripped of our courage,
hiding.....from these blinding,
fiery and scary scenes...
from earthbound ghosts of a dark past
that cower over us...
it is true, darkness fades with every morning,
it is also true,
ghosts come visit every once in a dark evening...

tonight is dark and quiet,
out here in the cold
and pitch black darkness,
i know they would come,
i could feel this weird coldness,
from a weird ghost of the past...
night of all nights!

i must not fall...

i am not alone in the dark!



i am not alone in the dark...

i am not...


for


warm is your one hand, now under my elbow,
the other, lightly resting on my shoulder...
you came, my dearest.
oh, please, let not your hands learn to
hold another's warm body.

may your eyes never stray from mine,

may your arms never falter,
may they never slide,
may they never
fall,

may you always,
a l w a y s,
hold  me right
never loose, never too tight
just hold me
firmly.






Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A Bayan