Am I here, or am I in your tidal stars of my eyes, seeing your light in the little skies joining leaves, they are not far, rather, they shine near as my own, the cells of one cosmic glow, a drop of rain falls from the heavens and I catch upon it my delicate finger, the dew cascades, I close my eyes and feel the ocean in my hands, in silver scales, I dive, in colors of blue, golden and green, I will forever dream.
Chika the angel in the distant clouds. Treads slowly along the utopic path. With eternity's splendour in your grip, you were awoken by melodious sounds, played by celestials who guided your trip. You fled divinity's eternal wrath, to dwell in realms of laughter infinite. Those on earth have said a final goodnight, desiring someday to share in this bliss, when we like you will earn the Saviour's kiss.
In loving memory of Chika Anibueze, who died in the United States of Covid 19
I dreamt of the stars colliding from the intense love within, as you held my hands and walked through the voids in both of us. We flushed as our hearts beat in sync. The stars collided all around us into red, blue,pink and violet. The heavenly collisions. Our words bring on, the impending collision as we burst into a million starbursts. Imprinted it is in me , your words that made me see the colours of the heavens