clouds of white
rays of glow
colour delight
I see it grow
colours so bright
that God shall bestow
on all that's in sight
as to lift their low brow
and regain their might
His promise will show
to all His bright Light

Ever notice the hope in everyday life?
how nature declares peace over bitters of life?
how little birds rejoice,
so unconcerned
even the kettle sings at the top of its voice
when the water left its body burnt!
despite the dark cloud, the silver line shines
rainbows run through rainy lines

wolves howl praise in silent darkness
crickets chime through echoed abyss
if stars could audibly wink at you
their message would be that they hear you...

How does one melt the glaciers of a family?
I have no might to see them through
she’s right, no bond rings true
he’s right, I feel their cold unfold

my life must now endure
the house of pain
atmospheric glaciers
of silence now remain.

I leave my room promptly,
the dining room empty.

Silence so loud, I hear the bell
siblings ring indifference to my well.
only Dad with his troubles too
will guide my hand, my life devoted
to him, the animals, the Lord
a loss so pure that none can cure
only the company of the Lord
I can now afford.

have you observed my heavenly scythe
this evening among the nocturnal myth?
I gaze over earth in its darkest times
when your dearest sun hides its warm ray lines
the animals admire my presence
but humans too occupied with evening errands.

the ocean gives praise in their evening tides
they worship in mecca arms - highs and lows
I shall bestow on all my glow
even the earth needs my rotating grace
my craters proved to protect his face!

do you see my lone night mystery?
few are blessed to notice my chivalry
to give you a glance of starry divine
a beauty too grand for words to define.

A wild heart that beats for its pride
On mount Zion this heart will reside
From Judah, a noble king
Majesty defines this being.
This creature anointed
As the animal kingdom’s appointed
Predator that forever reign
Its noble spirit cannot be slain.
Adorned with a heavenly mane
A hunter of moving iron
A roar that soars the horizon
Like a wind gust, a  hurricane.
African dust with imprints of ferocity
Pounding paws announce their violent capacity
Their voice casts a shadow of authority
Over nature’s majority
Offering not a shade of rest,
But a footprint of nature’s best.
A royal glance of the lion’s presence
Is Africa’s essence
Of feral magnificence.