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Abraham Esang Sep 18
In the velvet expanse of starry skies,
A whispered secret only dreams reply.
Amidst the whispers, a lone soul flies,
Dancing with shadows, where moonbeams sigh.

With heart aflame, like a comet's tail,
You streak across the celestial sail.
Leaving trails of stardust in your wake,
A cosmic map, for hearts that seek.

In the mirrored halls of forgotten time,
Echoes of memories, like whispers entwine.
Forgotten scents, like rose petals fade,
Yet, in the silence, love's essence stays.

Like a lotus blooming in the night,
Your spirit unfurls, a radiant light.
Illuminating paths, where darkness slept,
Guiding dreamers, through the labyrinth deep.

With every breath, a universe expands,
A tapestry woven, by cosmic hands.
In this grand dance, we sway and spin,
Together, our hearts beat within.

In the symphony of the spheres above,
Our whispers merge, a celestial love.
A harmony that echoes, wild and free,
A cosmic serenade, for you and me.
With deepest condolences, WE honor the lives lost to floods globally. May their loved ones find solace and peace in this difficult time.
Abraham Esang Aug 26
Time
           steals
                     moments,
                     lost
              in
     air,
Memories
               fade,
                 beyond
repair.
  Aug 23 Abraham Esang
fallacies
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
I know I pull nerves sometimes
Your stomach left feeling hollow
Chest rhythms identical
In your footsteps swear not to follow
A solid lump forms in throat
Weighing down heart
So fragile I experience pain
Cry even miles apart
I may not have gotten to select you
But I wouldn't have ever picked another
If death kills you hope you haunt me
Because I can't imagine life without my mother
Written before my mom passed away so reading it again makes me cry...
Abraham Esang Aug 23
I stand on the banks of yesterday
Watching moments slip away
Like leaves on a river's gentle stream
Lost in the current, a memory's dream

In the depths, I see reflections of you
A fleeting glimpse, a heart that's true
But like the water, you're gone from sight
Leaving me with just a fading light

The river flows, a constant beat
A reminder of time's relentless repeat
Moments lived, moments lost, moments dear
All swept away, leaving only tears

Yet, in the flow, I find a peaceful place
A sense of surrender, a gentle embrace
For in the river's heart, I hear a voice
Whispering wisdom, a heartfelt choice
memories, and longing
Abraham Esang Aug 21
We danced in the moonlight, our footsteps a gentle hush
By the river's whisper, where shadows play and rush
I wore a mask of laughter, a disguise so bright
But you, my love, saw through the cracks, into the dark of night

You never wore a mask, your face a canvas of truth
A beauty so unflinching, it cut through my youth
I searched for solace in the hiding places of my heart
But you, my love, were the seeker, tearing us apart

For to you, love was a test, a game to be won
A prize to be claimed, a trophy to be shown
But I, my love, was the prize, the one to be sought
A mystery to be unraveled, a heart to be caught

In your eyes, I saw a glimmer of a love so true
But it was a fleeting moment, a spark that flew
For in the end, it was just a game, a play to amuse
Leaving me with just a whisper, a haunting muse
Abraham Esang Sep 2021
You who enter an interval
of time of space of music
letting the effort of generation
drop from your eyes and hands
who enter a valley, a gap
to let all interest drop
Who enter unaware
the empty space between events
remember from one who knows it well
that your state of trance
is like standing in traffic
which blurs and blurs the vision
as you want to cross to
subliminal glimpse

Take to yourself
the carelessness of simpletons
the stare of patient men gone dust blind
the limp persistence of water
the open handedness of a grid
the protective slant of prisons
the antiseptic of hospitals

Take these qualities to yourself
as you sit like me by the lake
watching the wind thread the waves to discard
They will help you to survive
these minor passage coming out
on the other side with no baggage
and eyes unaccustomed to the light
The love goes to who deserve it.
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