take a look at these hands
hands that hold the future
hands of generations
that call themselves the past

take a look at these hands
precise in their making
from this walk of life to the other side
generations to be grasped

i can't explain you
i can usually make sense
of these feelings i feel
but for some reason
this is failing me

maybe it's always going to be a mystery
how some people can just crawl inside your heart
and make you feel like you're finally home

i hope you know
i've never felt this way
about another soul before

and naturally i should be scared
but this is one of the most peaceful things
i've ever felt.

A
S
w e
.tread
....along
...the paths
of life,  comes
a time when roads
t u r n   to  z i g z a g s
sometimes beaten, painful
to walk on...and the blue sky
darkens to gray...and the clouds
hide from us, and the sun sets, and
we need arrows and rays to guide  us
t h r o u g h:::::
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From nowhere
.........any hour
y o u    appear
b r i g h t     as
morning  s u n
your   BEAMS
ILLUMINATE
you are a light
that guides us
.....through the
[[[ D A R K ]]].

...For Timothy...

Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

our feet tread on cautious shadows
fleeting swan feathers, running through shallow voices
fire my love, inside your spirit
bridle it and ride over the crescent
of moon, arched in perfect tension
a taught bow string; trembling silver fire
waiting for the quiver
hidden in the angel's hand
filled to overflowing with restless arrows
tumbling through the raven nights

it is just as i suspected
a lonely echo to the sound
can't remember where she left it
another day down for the count

some folk accept the fact
she has bought all that she owns
and with what little she has left
her heart beats alone

they hand out prizes to the winners
sympathy plaques held out for the rest
another night of T.V. dinners
where loneliness feeds itself

she tries her best to overcome it
her thoughts like a broken home
feels she's the only one in the running
as her heart beats alone

never once trusted much in love
says it's a drug that doesn't last
anyways she could never afford enough
if the truth in it be said

certainly didn't wish for it
the direction her life's been thrown
but when it all comes down to it
her heart beats alone