With a broken Hallelujah,
I sang you to sleep;
And at your wake,
Eulogized the many marathons
That you ran to find yourself,
Or scurried haphazardly,
After the self that you struggled to keep.

You know I waited for you,
Up on that mountain top?
While you searched tirelessly,
Almost desperately,
For that pin drop silence,
In the midst of all the cacophony.

By: Lulwama K. Mulalu

Nights become bearable when
Your dream is pressed up against you
Softly her heartbeat drowns out every worry.

than love itself
composed in blood
at first blush we know
tomorrow is ours.

farther than an eagle
can fly
in pursuing perfection
our love is painted
in mountains
and sky.

Deeper than any ocean
depth we can dive together,
we are the sun and moon and sea and shore
and any metaphor devised by any poet
for a love pair.

We shall write the next great
novel and beat Romeo and Juliet.
Noah had us a berth reserved,
among the lions and tiger pairs,
to drown their purring with
our sighs.

So, bring me from Ohio, to me, here alone in
Alabama, one sweet poem, to read forever and
hold next to my heart as I await
you next to me.