The earth turns into the sky of night
Lamps like stars in lustrous into glow twinkle bright
Homes are brides in splashes of light
Children lit up crackers in mighty heart

A rocket springs from ground to sky
Soars high in eagles flight to Zimbabwe
They roar and sing on their lips
Hidden somewhere for his golden eve

The banana trees on every doorstep
Girl with flowers ready to greet
Pulsing hearts of love on every guest

Through clouds of smoke last a fear
Sound breaks our peaceful slumber
We don't spend our money for the poor
We must learn our ignorance next year

Goddess of wealth blink from heaven
Glides down to earth with divine bliss

Light is life brightening their clouded sails

if I could fly
I would just to get under your full of caress wings
if I could paint
I would paint a wall of your face
if I could write
I would write books with you being the body and conclusion
And If I could compliment
I would do that everyday... but why?
Your beauty is out of the human nature
You are a person every person wishes to see

State the issue before black ink is spilled
Outrageously in the human mind
What was the current spell
When she went to the wards?

She went back facing forward
A long itenery of confusion
She was spelled backwards

When she fell down, she never bounced back
She bounced backwards
A beautiful picture painted

With no paint brushes
An imagination of a no-brainer
Still an impeccable Picasso

Forward her destination
Higher her reach
Her brains going forward
She was receding
Everytime she went high
Her hopes plummets

Is it wrong of me to linger on your words?
I can feel myself sinking into the pregnant pause,
just before the light trickles through the curtains,
illuminating the empty space your words held.

I long for your voice, like the lily longs for the rain,
spring showers awaken and unfurls new leaves.
The rain turns a key inside me opening me up again,
letting all the water flow out, just in time for the drought.

The days are getting shorter, as the time since rain elongates,
leaves scorched curl around me, shielding what life is left.

Spring will bring your final bloom,
as the last remnants of your words,
give color to the tips of my petals.