My Little Room Of Life Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

My Little Room of Life

Whatever holds tonight is,
This simple room,
Is a hold of time somewhere,

the places i walked through in the
Pages of poetry,

My daughters birth certificate,
My wife's birthday
My first work,

My first kiss, my first dance.

The diary of my soul as i walk through the galaxies of stars,

Were life was given and the only answers,
To the key of points

The fieldsbeyond
The fieldwhere i am travelling now,

I am lost on words as i am lost in the woods and the people.

the map of the world belongs to the planted trees.
The mountains beyond where a valley surfaces below,

words, all pictures of the trees, all marvels of creation i hold with the Gods and the spirits.

passed andenter into theair
The kingdoms of sounds and music and perhaps a choir of diversified ethnic angels singing.

Beautiful dances to the life of a man who were kind to women, and kind to other man

Tugging along were the dogs, cats, big elephants, giraffe and the turtles.

Following over heads,
In perfect formations were the flying geese, eagles and saintly pigeons.

It was a symphony of creations

Written down by the stars,
On this nights of lonely worshippings.

Such beauty, such solitary silent manifestations,

The Spirits entering the pages of the logbooks, the places of birth, old age and possibly beyond death,

It is never complete this magical pageantries in this little room of my life.