One more hot, deserted and silent road
I have chosen this path in life
This lonely domain of thinkers
Some neurotic, some shy, some bold-
Rare do I find those who belong
in this domain-
When we do cross paths a jubilant solemnization
it is-
Only once in a silver raindrop does this happen
Share words and ideas- never anything to explain
As our velvet minds are then one
We sway, sing and dance with the trees
And wood nymphs only we can see- so rare
Fires burn bright- we travel to and beyond the heavens in one night
All under an orange moon, phantoms of Thinkers past, waltzing
with a slow seacoast breeze
Inside my mind I feel velvet
A delicate, downy cushion brushing my lobes
That feeling is like breathing fresh air for the first time
A sentience angels would covet-
As our velvet minds are then one
STRANGERS AS LOVERS
She became strange as a stranger in a lovers boat
As the wind puffs power and gets stronger
Their relationship gets weaker
She finds fault in everything he does
She picks quarrel at every slightest opening
Yet the wind marches on with a vigor
That mirrors the minds of the disturbed
They hardly speak to each other again
They now opt for strange smiles
Over mind-bugging issues
He saw it coming from above
He questioned and queried the strangeness
Still lost, wandering and pondering in his thoughts
It all ran fast like a hare
Faster then they could ever dream of
Alter solemnization promise this varnishes
Prophecies of unparallel compatibility
And perfect matching wanes.
Why will he wait for seven years before she let go?
Why now, two months to end her tutelage
Why did she throw her rectitude of years in murky water?
Why did she stab with impunity all they’ve lived for?
Alayande Stephen T.
3.56am
19th May, 2007
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