I once thought words were houses built by sunrises, Kept together by sunsets, not able to withstand the rain, Not able to ascend into heaven to be heard, These words that keep me alive have no home to reflect and believe, But music never finds home in unwiltering escapes, Oh WORDS, be my home, fill… Read More Words
Cinderella, we implore you, heed the words that transform in you as we speak, Your wonderful lies have left us all struck, thronged in terrible throws on unwavering wrongs, You have left us moved, belittled in the sight of our own eyes, Not measuring up to your inadequacy, longing after your irrelevancy, In our hearts… Read More To Cinderella ..
Bones shutter midnight towards the fragrance of something too untrue to believe, I saw you in midnight mornings and you were as brilliant as I imagined, I have loved your sense of life and treasured your magnificent wonders, You are earth shattering and joy knows my feelings towards your eyes, You fill me with pink… Read More The King whose eyes …
…. May peace with balmy wings your soul invest! But when these shades of time are chased away, And darkness ends in everlasting day, On what seraphic pinions shall we move, And view the landsapes in the realms above! There shall thy tongue in heavenly murmurs flow, And there my muse with heavenly transport glow;… Read More To S.M., A Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works – Phillis Wheatley