Written by: k k iloduba jnr

To that place 
where white roses dip their toe-tips in thorns
and stay up all night,

to  that place
where the ruthless gaze of November,
tears through the lonely pathways,

where the forlorn sky whispers,
and the earth` s ear tingles,

to that place 
where my longings are my guardians,
and my tears , legend;

i go in search of one
whom my eyes seek,
who lives in my dreams,
....who whispers in my dreams.