Omoge Ewa, bi oruko re tiri beni oju re tiri.
This name of yours is a true validation of how the creator has creatively created you.
Skin smooth and sleek like the finest of silks.
Eyes so precise with no excess or insufficience.
Your smiles? gosh,
the most beautiful sight that debunks the priceless view of sunset.
Your walk and carriage;
so feminine and elegant.
You're a beauty that delights men of various sizes and heights.
Orekelewa omoge ewa, let this valentine be ours for the loving.
I am an ocean, in a drop, in an ocean..
Currents within me stir into motion,
more than just an emotion -
the purest of Love.
In the unfettered centre lies the knowledge
that Heaven is not only above,
but embedded deep inside.
Let Love be the guide and it's easy to find.
Divinity is the connection -
our protection:
no separation when we strip down to this thread of light that shines through us all.
It can take only one to fall to drag us down.
But it can take only one to rise to lift us up..
Our best *can* be good enough.
When we are willing to see our common innocence..
When we no longer take offence to each other's insufficience.
Yes, patience, my fellow Creators,
we will arrive.
Forgiveness, my fellow travellers,
we do deserve to survive..
Compassion, my fellow survivors,
we are all alive
inside one another.
We only need look to see..
The ocean, in each drop, in the ocean.
To write ,
a word, then another...
insufficience
hurts.
A tear,
tearing the skies open,
rested on my forehead.
Skin my soul,
take my dreams,
bury my ashes
of stars
under the light.
We've never cried together,
we've never answered
these prayers.
Disgusted,
my thoughts have crawled away
into the garden
of my apocalyptic darkness.
One hell summons another...
The incessant disambiguation
of my lowest circles
spirals violently
within.
Don't gap!
But I scream...
Don't fill!
But I choke...
Morose stars glimmer
too far to be seized,
and the pigeons,
too white to be innocent,
have been murdered
by gravity.