I know heaven from the lines on your face.

You know truth by the lies being told.

I know I've sinned from the tears in your eyes.

No one prays, until they're in pain.
They don't believe in God, till a war has been won.

I'm not a demon if there's no fire in my eyes,
my ghostly feeling are authentic,
Even if they're not spoken in tongue.

You're not an angel with wings cast from soot.
A pedestal built upon lies I have said.

Will you move when the voice inside you calls?

Will you stay when y(our) light begins to dim?

Or might you, show me the wrong I have wrought?

And together, we will let love in.

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

Just some words of gratitude,
Or few actions of graciousness,
Followed by the ****** of love,
Deem you as a person thankless.
Yes she assassinated my feeling,
A dove of love just got sadness.
From an ungrateful person...