Leaning against the wall,

voice hushed,

lips move with each prayer bead she lets go

- each bead strung together in unison

as she is with her Lord.

With Peace,

slightly swaying to the rhythm of

her words, her praises, and her prayers.

She is perfect in her solitude.

Here's my little crevice of the world to you.
Humidity mischievously enjoys tampering with your hair,
And Heat yearns to tint your skin.
Rain shares her serenity with us on the sweetest of nights,
And dear friend Wind delivers the coolest of breeze.

My crevice is not a wonder, nor an attraction,
Although it shares the rarest of beauties to rest your eyes on.
When the Lady Sun rises, her strength spills and pours over.
Clouds dance at her humble arrival, and the stars are outshone-
Making way for a sight to see.

You looked so incredible tonight. Just as I thought you could not become any more beautiful, you were lit with such calmness - which was perfect for your present crescent shape.

It becomes nearly impossible to drive so late on nights light these.

Kiss the sunset that humbly falls from your heavenly lips,
caress the tiresome eyes that gaze at me with so much ease,
oh Dear, bring me to your harmonious ways,
for it is the only thing that holds so much promise and delight.

Far from the edge,
encouraged by the wind,
moon as my Guider,
hope as my warmth,
tender grass welcomes each valued step
I venture this journey.