Facing the heat
The warm blanket of air sitting on a bone
Warm arms that tickles the heart from afar
Scared eyes that fill lonely holes of the soul.
A perfect match that fit tomorrow's plan.
This happy hands holds on tight with three arms.
Blocking the heat that comes with the sun's beam.
Pulling pale petals to protect the flower.
Digging reason's grave far below where ghosts lives.
Smile grows when only the sun's light is seen
Merry music and sharp scream makes the soul sweet.
A happy ending all roads tend to lead.
Soon the harsh sun moves, then comes wind and heat.
The heat grew caved and falls on a cold face.
Wind wears off the earth till fears are unfaced.
Lies and hides crumble like a house of cards.
All lasting love must mould with wind and hot tar.
Copyright © Okunsebor Williams | Year Posted 2018