I took a leap of faith and landed on Time's wings.
Among ruffled memories and unplucked regrets.

We flew past the clutter of unsaid words,past a plain of desserted promises and with a bird's eye view over a mine of secrets.

As we accelarated towards the speed of light,I saw looming over the horizon ,a dark cloud and mirrored in it,my demise.

Before I could stutter a plea,death had neared, with its icy breath kissing my bones.

With ounces of energy evaporating out of me,I grasped on to the past and nestled into desperation.

Fluttering winds blew away my fears.
I stared into Oblivion's eye and backed away,tracing my footstep back to the now.

i left the windows open to let the stars in

the light mingles with the darkness in tones of illumination.
Shy,silhouetted shades succumb to fluorescent neon as the moon beckons the stars to intervene in their celestial splendour,sparkling like diamond dust across the canvas of the night sky.
Cool Durban air serenades the scene.The mood is set,for me to lose myself tonight.

After a week of grey the sky looks too blue.

We buried the truth somewhere in this valley of lies,
Somewhere beneath countless years of nostalgic regrets and shattered dreams.

Its imbedded somewhere between foraged memories and our unbroken hearts.

We dare not unearth it
because our self induced amnesia will forsake us,
intuition will deceive us and
our thoughts will shun us.

So we stumble and stomp
over germinations of a colder tomorrow
but we let them grow
because we know

that the harvest will fruit its rewards,even if we are apart.

I fall inlove
With every single
Part of me
That I see
In you.

I'm enslaved by these words,
in the cages of these pages.
My thoughts are shackled
by unforgiving metaphors
and vile rhapsodies

As I wait for Liberty to
contemplate my fate,
for freedom to scream my name,
for my skin to shed this layer
of shame.

While Time takes its time,the pages slowly turn,
the ink dries,
the chains rust
and I emerge
out of this metal cocoon,

armed with chisiled mementos
of yesterday's glistening
defeat.
I'm well on my way
to becoming a Wordsmith.