Sometimes I feel like writing
but sometimes it takes days,
for me to think of something
and bring the pen to page.

Thus your life is stuck with many dreaded thoughts

But a promise of hope isn't fading

It shouldn't

This is what life is
a scented flower but venomous

I was told your fate is in your own hand
But again I was taught that my fate is in God's hands

Some days I get it
other days I don't

But I do get hope
After all its the only thing I do get

As time trickle down the stream,we bow down to fate, saluting the years

She's getting used to feeling
Sleep deprived, mesmerised
by the starlight dancing on the ceiling,
Watched through her red rimmed
and bloodshot eyes.

My Darling's eyes:
Embers of molten gold,
An ocean of stars nigh,
Mine eyes dost behold.

My Darling's eyes:
A pulchritude cauldron
Akin to the skie's lanterns
Yet are but of chalcedony.

My Darling's eyes:
To be on the mark
Are but diamond dunes
If not a fountain of sparks!

My Darling's eyes:
Effulgent stars in a cluster
Swaddling velvet night skies
With celestial shore luster.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros
20th September 2016