All around me is redAll around me smells freshAll around me is youAll around me is new When it storms, and the tides riseWhen the wind bellows with all its mightI cling to your embraceAnd build my safe-house amidst your smiles of grace

Prayers rising, wishes spreadingHands laboring, legs toilingIn this realm, all struggle to thriveRising up before the sunAnd laying down long after the moon has taken her place. It leaves a gravel taste in our mouthsOnce we eat the bread of sorrowbut holds down our bellies with satisfactionThe process becomes an infinite loopUntil we sojourn to ...

I stretch out my hands How many may I pull out? If not all, there’s one

Everyone has aspirations and goalsEveryone aims at the same goal postsGo big or stay homeIf you choose the latter, you have no hope “How do I know the right path,” Anne asksHer swollen eyes testify of numerous tasksA chime here and a click thereAll in a bid to reach the significant tier The blue rays ...

The shimmer, the dazzle, and the lightshine so brightly at the tunnel’s endI stare eagerly at my sore feet‘The journey’s almost over,’ I think aloud A step ahead, then twoThe light’s getting closer but the path’s not shorteningMy arms stretch out in a bid to pull illumination closeAlbeit, hope’s still miles from me Life sometimes ...

The trees say goodbye… The road serves as my runway As my dreams beckon.

Strolling down the narrow street,Fingers interlocked in a loving gripMy love, I hear the rhythm of your heartbeatIt pounds in perfect harmony with mineThe roses sparkle with a deeper hue todayTheir fragrance saturates the air around usNature has become an entourage on our walk of desire  A few more steps in hopeful delightWe reach the ...

The sunflowers bloom I see your smiling eyes glow I know we’ll make it 

There’s someone she wants to beThere’s a goal she aims to achieveThere’s a pedestal she pines to climb onto She’s been given a map, but without a navigatorHer temple pounds, her heart races, and her fingers drum As she stares intensely at her empty vision boardAlas, she sees only a reflection of her clueless demeanor She’s ...

Arms stretch upwards in a bid to form a shieldLegs pick up pace in search of saving sheltersShutters clap close to create a damJoyful screams echo from the lips of wet toddlers The rain is hereHer voice is the perfect harmony of baritone thunder and crackling strikesFrom the safety of my bedroom where I sitI ...