I feel it's fire; it's frequency
Course through my veins in every fibre of my being
'Do what you love. Look to what you cannot see,
Look through the image, Look at Me'
But all my life I had it right,
Perfect plans, perfect nights.
I craved to commit the perfect crime:
To lose focus of plans to follow my soul's mime!
I marvel at life's pace
Caught up in it's foggy haze,
How we lose all inner grace
Chasing the wind in the craze.
Oh! Come once more light me up
Disappointment and fear: fear of tomorrow, disappointment of yesterday,
Passion, my soul's string,
Lead me by the nose,
Me then to I bring
Hook me to my dreams with the ring,
Yes, from disappointments I may cringe
But, what worse disappointment
Is there than that of I in me.
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Drums and sands
Poetrylife through the eyes of an African child. Her transformations, her visions. Those things we can never 'unlive', sights we can't 'unsee', those things make us alive; US!
