Written by: Tina O Chimma


  That swift line cause 
  arranged in codes
  built in procession of her stride

  What lies deep down
  that hidden state
  where ocean guides 
  that rhythmic waves

  Stern and outright
  with her pace
  swift and sleek 
  with her erupted stance

  She brings termed memories
  with her touch
  to hold hands
  with that unseen now

  Slow tide words that flies to mate
  The wondrous steps that halts in tune
  The searching hearts that merge in fate

  All wear their riddled clothes in space