I have empty boots strewn
on my back deck.
I have empty boots still
in my cupboard
not yet walked their ordained path.
I have empty boots
and empty dreams,
not really living,
or so it seems.
Where would have those steps taken?
Who would I have been?
Where could I now be if I took those steps of my wishful making?

Memories...!
All we have to cherish.
All we have left to share.
---‐‐---------------------------------
Sweet lullaby dots the night
And dawn begets a new day
A new hope to begin again
Morning sun bristles this hope
The very hope we are all alive to.
We are the old wine with great taste gorging down the throats of loved ones
Reminiscences of great exploits and journeys in time past.
Our flights,fights,fears,victories and hopes
The very experiences we share cannot be taken away from us
We're lights to shine and brighten one anothers paths with enlivened memories in time and space.
Molding a happier world.

The sun light in purple flare peeps through the bamboo starks, its stripes in stride of leaves bubble at the hissing sounds of a conceal long belt-like tread bidding its time to hit its target and as well defend itself.
And Like the cobra the chameleon dodges between the blistering colors of the bamboo yellow and it’s straying green for dear life.
And minding the dance of the Hunter and the hunted; the cobra and the chameleon, is the hulk hovering in the distance sky in colors and shades as the hen gathers its chicks.
At the teak bush of my Ezi the blue sky lines with the departing sunlight in silk white and gold gives hope of a life from that of the pre and predators in today’s world.
The conqueror is also the conquered, a true testament that the sky is an open hall but our starting points.