I am alive and there is warmth inside my chest
The sun again makes its trajectory over the sky into yours
Standing at the door of dreamworld
Half anchored,  eyes closing
I begin to understand that the warmth in my chest also rises

I am deciduous
Verdant and tender
Alive in the resonance
Of your voice.

I will tremble in the winds of summer
When the night’s cool edges
Ripple the leaves against the sky

And I

Am awash in a hallowed rhythm.

I crave a sacred touch
Like wilderness
Like music
Like pulsing rivers of blood
Flooding my veins,
Like the greening of forests
In spring.

My leaves sing
When skimmed by the rough edges of your fingertips
Dipped now into the crevices of my hips and
I will bend like a sapling in your palms
And I will lick the sun

Until the gray of winter falls
And there is the inevitable return to earthly things
Trapped a deciduous being
Always longing for
Realms that are evergreen.

Every day, her smile greets me
as she enters the house after work.
Every day, she talks to me
until her mouth runs dry.
Every day, I walk by her side,
stopping only to smell the roses.
Every day, I follow her around,
waiting for her next command.
Every day, I put the light in her eyes
and the smile on her face.
Oh, how great it is to be a dog.

.......melancholy is impossible
to deal with...it enfolds you, and
messes with the day's pressures...

........and why is it, that,

on some days,
sad winds just don't whisper,
sweet, blissful thoughts take shape,
and arrest painful memories...then,

a smile suddenly graces my face...

thereupon, flows ....remembrance,
old feelings, old faces come back...
once spoken words of love, of wisdom,
create an atmosphere of calm...

feelings that couldn't be writ
become unposted poems...they drift
in dark waters of an inner hell,
........... keeping truths to tell,
.........................raring to be read
to a distant heart...praying they'll be heard
one day....when on the same grounds,
....where unruffled moments surround,
when closest, and feeling the warmth
..................of our every breath...

some days,
sad realities and sorrows are silenced
by faith and hope...good times dance,
creating sparks in the dark firmament...
.........like dazzling meteors and comets,
we temporarily forget painful moments...
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(a sudden bout of sadness, and of being silly :))
ahh, it feels good to be silly at times.....to be free!)


Sally

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 16, 2019