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Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
If only you saw
The spendour that laced the morning skies today

Clouds as dark as night
Covered the the world above us
With only the horizon dipped in the sun's gold
Slowly did it creep over the skyline

And slowly, I felt you with me again

If only you felt such a morning's warmth
If only you were still here with me
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
Here I lay in a golden field
With your hand slowly slipping from mine
With its darkness creeping over the horizon
The night withers away the orange rays
Of a bright summer's love

Your hand
The warmth of your vivacity
Has left with the light of day

And now, to silence the pain
Through the emptiness of sleep
For the rest of the ceaseless night.
Written October 4th 2016.
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
I can only dream of the soul
Which lives beneath your cream white skin
I know that behind your sapphire encrusted eyes
Is a heart dipped in the bliss of nature
Pumping the rhythm of a starry night
While the Northern Lights dance within your pupils

Please, fill me with your night time splendour
Fill me with the divinity which fills your soul
With a single kiss, you can turn my whirling storm
Into the gentle swells of a twilight's glimmer

For a kiss with you
Would be a taste of midnight bliss
It's a little messy, but I hope you still like it (Written mid August 2016)
Ntwari Poetry Sep 2016
Goodnight stars
Goodnight summer
Goodnight interstellar glimmer

Goodnight auroras, forever dancing
Goodnight to all the treetop prancing

Goodnight Hailey, racing comet
Goodnight to whom I write my sonnet

Goodnight crickets
Goodnight moon
Goodnight to you all, I'll see you soon
I wrote this before falling asleep (written mid August 2016).
Ntwari Poetry Sep 2016
I find myself under the spell
Of the hollow walls of my mind
Painted by the venom of former lovers
I venture my soul, littered by memories,
For one final taste of bliss

Where to look?

Should I look through the eyes of a crush
In between the frames of a wilting picture?
Or the childhood tunes that I would hum
Every night, before bed?
Can the daydreams of the night sky
Get me closer to a kiss with bliss?

That kiss is no more than a dream
Which laces my sleep with hope
I continue to roam within the shadows of memories
To waltz to the song of weeps forever
I did try to get this published under my real name (written June 2016).
Ntwari Poetry Aug 2016
Three broken souls
Three broken lives

One broken home
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