My Art My Dream and Word

When dreams seems to fade away Life seems senseless and unworthy, It’s when you try to see your visions, That your eyes get blur and dark, Your world once full of bright light, Becomes a dark world with gone dreams. When this start to happen to me, My world becomes a village in a desert, Its only when my mind re- awakens, That my lines start to come, One by one with the press of a button, When every letter becomes a word, With my keyboard and every tap. My artistic nature does not fail me, With the talent that brings it all, My mind boiling with every word, When the poem I write stanza to stanza, Becomes a message for a deserving heart, For this is my fulfilling dream, That for a moment had faded away. Even in the sleep I write my poem, And in the day I make I a reality, The song and the lyrics I scribble down, All brings purpose into the dream, The dream which keep it alive, For this is my undying love for art. BERNARD WACHIRA ORIGINAL POEM Email: benniekings72@yahoo.com