This one
Happened not long ago
To a boy who had lost too much.

One day
He was wandering
Inside his house
Empty, no one was home
Except for himself.

He kept thinking
About how
To let go of someone.

He tried
Killing her in memories of his
But she's still there
Haunting him.

As he wanders
He felt like his eyes
Are about to get teary again
For the uncountable times on that day.

Suddenly
He found a balloon
Floating around, anchored by a coin.
A purple balloon, to be exact.
Her favorite color, he thought.
And the best idea of the century came to his mind.

He wrote a note
A farewell note
To the love of his heart
Who no longer loved him

And he tied it
Tightly to the balloon's thread.
He went outside joyfully
Untangled the coin that anchored the balloon to the ground
The coin that kept him from moving on
And let the balloon flew
As he sighed with relief.

He lived
The next day
And the other days
Full of happiness.

Sometimes
He would wonder
What happened to that balloon, anyway?

I'll take your hand as I've had in many dreams
and together we'll fly in the night's sky
our love braided with the numberless stars
will make angels cry.

We'll find our place next to the moon
caressed by the light of the stars
I'll lay my head on your chest
and in the sweetest dream forever we'll be
tasting the joy of living
our bodies will float above the mortality
untouched by death's sour kiss.

I'll take your hand and fly with you to the stars
and there our souls will discover immortality.

*À gauche de la lune et parmi les étoiles
nous trouverons l'amour éternel.

.

*I’m a believer
that time is a healer,
words speak the truth
and the sun always shines

Lost will be found
if the seeker is willing
to hold out his hand
as he follows the signs

Wrong can be right
when it carries affection
though pulling apart
everything you have known

Just like a seed
that is planted in springtime,
a flower will bloom
of the joy you have sown

Oceans are small
with the perfect connection
and distance is short
if the promise is peace

Love is the song
that the world should be singing,
arms open wide
so that hatred might cease

Whatever comes
there is always a reason,
lift up your eyes
and I’m sure you will see

There is no difference
we’re in this together,
love one another
and all will be free

Prayers for our spirits
prayers for our souls
speak volumes about
the faith that we chose.

Prayers for the living
prayers for the dead
exist and breathe
in the words being said.

Prayers of thanksgiving
prayers of praise
enrich our lives
through God's
sacred ways.

Prayers of penance
prayers of remorse
give God a chance
to alter our course.

Prayers for no reason
prayers any time
are hard to say
and harder to find.

~~~~~

Even at this point in my life, i still,
could never have my back to the door...
I always face the window
or the door itself...
When the opposite is inevitable,
there are no airs of safety,
or thoughts of peace.
What is it about doors, even windows?
They are supposed to be symbols
of new beginnings, new chances...
But why don't i trust them enough,
to have my back to them...
Like someone,  or something evil lurks,
waiting for me 'til i have relaxed my reflexes...

The door and window, i always seek,
always glad after I've gone out of each exit...

But then, behind you, no matter what,
there will always be another window,
another D O O R
                              O         O              
                   O         O    
                  R O O D...

I sometimes wonder:
is it the doors?
Or...is it me?



Sally

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Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan