Dance of Midnight

Sadness stroked its
filmy veil with fingers light
and satin smooth
against the silent ripple
of unshed sorrow.

Its eyes of darkest midnight
revealed a depth of soullessness
entrapped within a hollow cave.

A sigh escaped its tepid lips
to echo within the silent tomb.

While fleeting sparks
of unwanted light
inhaled the blackened perfume
of darkness
to drown beneath the quiet flood
of sadness: deep and lasting.

A Dying Wish

To be the hand that gently
sweeps life's tears away.

To catch the falling tendrils
of soundless pain.

To be the breath of peace that
hugs the battered hearts and minds.

To echo through the cavernous
depths of blinded will and hate.

To be the voice that soothes
the beast;
that quells its raging inferno of destruction.

To watch the child of destiny
evolve to form a world of light
and beauty.

To see a place of rarest bloom
emerge from the pit of great despair.
That is My Dying Wish

Let Me Be

Let me be your evening star,
Your darkest hour; your midnight
The air you breathe,
The view you behold;
Let me be your life.

Let me be your talisman,
Your fondest wish; your dream come true.

A gold-encrusted miniature frame;
Antique beauty; lovingly cherished
Let me be your love.

Let me be your hidden thoughts,
Your hopes; your aspirations;
Morning's first dew, orchids first bloom,
Let me be your heart.

A New Day

As daylight spreads its eagle's
wings 'cross heaven's naked
splendour,
shadows race against the tide
of morning rose and April spring;

Dewdrops dance to lilting tunes
Atop their emerald stages,
While soft refrains from feathered
bills
Fill the skies with tinkling praises.

The sun with all its radiant beauty
Rises from its bed of night,
And reaches out with slow precision,
Embracing earth with arms of light.

A gentle breath of morning air
Sweeps lovingly o'er its templed floors
And brings with it the fragrant smell
Of friendships dear and love eternal

"Untitled"

If Only I could tell you the secrets of my heart
To show you just how much your smile can touch my soul
If only I could whisper my deepest hidden desires
And hope forever after to be encircled by your love

If Only I could share my often untold dreams
And watch you weave the spell
To make them all so real

If only you and I could be the fairytale come true
Then all my 'If Only''s would be 'Only You's

The Nation Called Hope

The awful stillness of the fading afternoon Is colored with the
raging storm of our battered thoughts.
Time elapsed, we wished could be forgotten clamours to the
forefront with words to utter.

My people, my people how my mind is consumed with the tears of
our children and the death of our parents.
How long must we suffer in silence and pain the curse of our living
and breathing experience.

They whip us, they starve us, they beat at our pride;
they stamp at the spark of our infinite hope.
They have chained our bodies but not our minds, for we can see
the bright hope on the other side.

We are victory found in each song;
we are freedom dancing in the wind.
We are strength striding through death's shadows.
We are beauty darker than the darkest night.
We are the people of the nation called HOPE.

A Jamaican Sunset

Voluptuous crimson tides
spread their tentacles
across earth's horizon as
tantalizing peeps of bright
canary gold wound its way
throughout the threads.

A purple haze of shadowed light
touched the heart of our azure sky,
sweeping its way through the
ever-growing web of amber-speckled
heaven.

Lush emerald hues slipped
beneath dusk's smoke-grey veil;
the kiss of life for a dying day
rebirth of a tropical night.