Every dusk, my roses die like the day
And still I say, " Honey, don't wilt away. "

When the world is dozing off
And the street lights slowly drain away, I just smile.
I embrace the eternal darkness
For being the ocean sheltering my soul.
I come out of this body of mine
And look down upon myself.
A human girl against this human race,
Singing out to them her song of realization,
A melancholy of golden morning wisdom.
But only, her voice is silence.
And when I dawn into my body again late midnight,
I realize how much devotion I have for you.
Purely spiritual, divine love and wise faith.
You are a blessing, and I realize it every night as I rest.

Sometimes the words we speak do not synchronize with what the heart feels

Dearly beloved, I know you do not exist
Among the walking people and the cement walls,
My love is insane, the lover is fixed
Someone unreal, a rose without thorns.

Dearly beloved, you are a work of Art,
Art itself, the universe since the very start
How fluent your silence is,
The moon up there is your heart.

Dearly beloved, your existence is abstract
Yet I feel your breath on my face,
Your fingers on my skin, your warm smile,
A union purely spiritual and divine.

You are the platinum of the clouds above,
Clarity of the turquoise waters,
The whispers of the empty night,
The orange horizon just before dawn.

Then, what am I doing down here?
Take me into your comforting arms
Then I think, how can I lose you
When I never had you from the start?

Dearly beloved, wake me up from this slumber
Show me the way through this forest fire.
Anything but don't make me ask again,
What is this and where am I?

~

As sweet as any daffodil
Your precious eyes in awe
The wonder that is yours to take
In every breathe you draw

The world is out there waiting
Wondrous moments new
Singing loudly your sweet song
In endless wishes true

For you are the daughter
Of our very own Sunshine
Bringing light to all who see
Her perfect written rhyme

And now for you I’m penning
A poem you can keep
Until you are much older
So many years to reap

That you will know the people
Your loving momma knew
Spreading joy where she did walk
Telling all of you

And when you find you’re reading
These verses I do write
Hopefully they’ll comfort you
On dark and stormy nights

For here across the ocean
Zenani I shall be
Your favorite Uncle Jack (I hope)
As you are family