At your desk. A coffee’s fragrance clutters the air. Clicking keyboards fade away.
You’re with a king having beautiful babies, or sitting quietly in a grand garden contemplating the fate of worlds.
Your Reverie gives your eyes a dreamlike quality, as you fade away.
wise wings against the moonlight,
movement over the land;
starlight illuminates hidden places,
her dragon scales do bend,
as she moves within forest shadows.
We all live
in many states
of becoming fragile.
On a day,
like any other day,
we venture into the sun.
they live well,
for they know seasons.
lost in our ways,
as we trample the land.
a Willy Wag Tail dances for us
and we are different.
unimpressed by automobiles
they say persistence is key
Mum teaches her in a Datsun
screaming and jumping about
the joys of learning to drive
Many pictures of mothers and children,
as their love for each other glows.
You’re in the North and I’m in the South,
yet there’s this unbreakable bond.
Still, I wish to see you sipping tea again.
Picking up old plastic bottles, finding half-eaten food, sipping on old beverages and nipping in and out of supermarket bins.
A waif with no mother to hug her and no father to play games.
She is alone, yet when the moon shines full, the stars tell her of better days ahead.