Imani
Distance separates the pleasures
Of a touch never meant to be kissed
Once lost in void filled rainless
Clouds like tomorrow rewinds
As yesterday feasts upon my eyes
Won’t open to the realities of
Emotions felt only in an instant
Breathing shear insanity
Picking freckled leaves half buried
Under life’s sandy mounds over the moon
Smiles exist as inverse suicidal
Frowns burnt in noonday suns
Brilliant death’s lone conscious escape
Reside in tears never cried
Because if I told myself
Tomorrow is the day I saw
Perfection over my head is asked
My arm tattooed hypocrite
To a beach chair counted twice
Puddles of leg covered sand
Castles wash away tomorrow
Does not exist disguised as waves
Eroding yet tomorrow is merely a
Matter of a smiling Imani
Days migrate south for
Caribbean winters where
Vacations never end blissful
Loneliness plunges into feelings
Unknown a darkened abyss
Entreating a midday swim
Glancing neither right nor left
Fool hardily diving into
Tomorrow unknown
Tomorrow is not written
Tomorrow is not seen
Tomorrow is not heard
Tomorrow is not felt
Tomorrow is faith
The title is a Swahili name meaning "Faith"
Copyright © Lyndell Cadasse | Year Posted 2007
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