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