The Pen
Feathers and dust,
You are covered,
Covered in the veil of time also,
Divinely blessed for the writer,the poet,
You are a gift,
A gift that enlightens for a purpose,
Through you an inner world,worlds,
Are spread open and shared,
You bring about the blissful peace of a thought,
As you majestically pour on the sheets of the eyes,you become the strength,like a lotus cove,
You make a dreamer's dream come to life,
You make it an illumination for all with a thought,
A love you are for that one who plays,
Plays in a world widely estrange,imginations like black and blue worlds,singing winds and timeless love,
A hectic mind feels at ease,the hectic mind of the poet,the writer,by your inert ways to calm jumping thoughts,
And the mind falls into a lull as thoughts come to a perpectual agree,
Feathers and dust,
You are covered,
Covered in the essence of the writer,the poet also,a place for you molded and created,
As you become one with me,a true-collision powerfully created,one that makes time stop and creates worlds of despondent happiness,
You are the comfort of my despressed mind,the ease of my uncomfortable mind,and the passage for the introverted thoughts,
Feathers and dust,
You are covered,
As you are the oldest and newest friend,
A friend for the writer,the poet you are,always,
A friend and a love,
Swiftly pouring the rivers of worlds,rivers that flow,rivers that glow but only for the keen eye,loving heart and understanding minds,
We are poets,worlds of intellect,romance,freedom,strangeness,spirituality and emotions,through you we etch ourselves in the dust of time.
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Ramatu Suleiman
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