Waiting for heavy eyes

by : Bacardi Gold
25/july/2021



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sometimes i dream, sometimes i don't
my early sleep drives dreams away...
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sometimes i dream, sometimes i don’t
my early sleep drives dreams away
if late it means that i’ll prepare
’cause i’m sure i’ll meet my nightmare

at times, not too early, not too late to sleep
i’ll do the counting, one to a hundred sheep
too many, too long, waiting for heavy eyes
so i count mosquitoes biting, and the running mice.


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i have to start somewhere…

by : Bacardi Gold
11/may/2021




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Mt. Tapias, Coron, Palawan, Philippines
image by: Ramsey Tendero

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i am here
carried by my thoughts
reacting to a dream

i am there
dragged by my hope
talking back to an aim

here, there and everywhere
i have to start somewhere
now, later or never

up, i’ll find some stairs to the heavens,
or build a highway to the stars
can’t make it

if there’s no beginning…


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Passing of Night

by : Bacardi Gold
20/jan/2021

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fill my world tonight

with gentle sighs and

moans of satisfaction

rest your contented mind

in the safety of my arms

roll your dream towards me

as we explore the vacancy of space

walking in the darkness of time

’till we find ourselves drenched

in the warm embrace of the sun…

I close my eyes

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when i close my eyes
i see a lot
what i hear
what i dream
what i discern

more than i could figure out
the candle light in the dark
is Hope seeking to be pursued
more than anyone could feel
seeing behind the walls
the matters of the troubled past...

when i close my eyes
the right path appears
the footprints that i follow
the shadow that i chase
are the blessed route to trail...

when i close my eyes
the truth comes adrift
what's in my heart
are treasures that i keep
are goodness that i outreach...

closing my eyes
things are seen and noticed
when to draw conclusions
weigh a lot of doubts
decisions are folded...

when i close my eyes
i'm opening a book
an experience appearing to my mind
vividly,exploring the world
scouring the sea and sky
in a quest that will come to be...


I Heard Music, A Different kind…

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My fingers kept tapping the keys
I would begin, stop, begin again
My mind would dictate what I write
The sentences would not be right
But I continued to tap the keys 
And I heard slow music escaping 
the sharpness of my consciousness
The sleepy me, now tapping the keys
With one finger like dipping into a sauce
'Till I dropped my head on the table
losing consciousness but, I heard music
A different kind, but soft........
So soft I got drowned into it until a hand
Tapped my back and a voice got into my ear,

"You're in Heaven My son. You had
a heart attack and didn't survived."
I didn't survive? How come? But I heard you
talking to me. We're talking to each other.
Besides, I'm too young to... to be attacked 
by a....heart attack? But I'm not bulging fat, 
I'm so thin and too young to be dead!
"My son, wake up! You're late!" Late, what?
"It's your funeral, wake up and get yourself
ready.You'll have to be in your coffin in an
hour.The priest is coming." 

How would I end this story? I'm so sleepy.
I better transfer to my bed than here at the
table. Hhmmm. I can sleep soundly on my bed.
I better go to sleep now. I'll dream
the ending of my dream...story..... BBzzzzz!