And as time is told we gather as one to define an age spoken so bold.
Sharing knowledge thru poetry reviving they souls,
Sipping to quench from oasis? running short in supply,
Spotting a bold future in the corners of your eyes.
What a surprise?

That brought me physically to share a space in your time,
My pen is trapped between the lines will u help me to find,
Your soul captured in a rhyme when taking the time,
So let me design an image that will describe?
Divine Presence?

Defined soulfully in your existence,
When I reach my hand to touch yours in a moment,
Losing my soul in your touch, letting u own it.

As your manicure scrapes through my mind, I still bleed the tears I spoke about in my last poem.
I erase faith and feed of hope coz in her mouth truth is revealed,
And on her streets I want to March from February to December climbing on towers blowing horns in your tune, and I know? she hears the call when I blow?

I want to make love to her spirit, let my stars grow in her womb,
And ill eternally reflect her light coz ill be her moon,
What if I close my eyes and fade out like the night in my room
Angel of my death I promise to be coming home soon?.