By Akintola kunle: Her days are not waking Staring far and near and nothing cares I could feel her depth like bud of soar Flying ferociously like the storm Hallows was her cry swamping . Consuming everything that’s things.
By Lori Jones Mc Caffery: Her hours were not wasted Searching in the rubble for the rubies Casting out the pearls and fiery opals With a fury that belies tornados Calling down the voices of the furies To set flame to everything that's left.
By Akintola kunle: Raiding on a bustling horse back Her craft will course your cut the more Raven smile swallows scraggly whales Neither blue or white she bed all Angelic like the claws of the falconer Telling me to plead for this stormy love Winding every score in human me She would bury my love after my lost.
By Lori Jones Mc Caffery: Turning on a golden thread laced into the sunshine star awash with ever jangling music made From dreams and cotton candy She sends out a reach that rocks The world that I created and I find That I am lost in everything I found.
Written by Akintola kunle and Lori Jones Mc Caffery