JAZZYS.BAE is who i am . photographer, part time writer, art admirer & afrocentric lover. Knowledge is Power.
today ,
I thought of you in a way.
So, the pen seized control. That I would be kept whole, prayers I recite all day. Oh what stands in our way?
Holding tight, bound too full. Must I ask, for a chance to be embraced while we dance? What from the floor of this fine unfolding, keeps you in this pull?
Thoughts.. after the last prayers. Recitation, produce no new found extension of adulation - vigor has lost its way, dazed by emotions loss in agitation.
From the torn pages of tomorrow, now has come too soon - the dance has no way to borrow. Pages to restore the missal of a sweeter today.
What stands in the unfolding way? Reciting from the last stages of yes, today. Thoughts cling to words from yearning. “Grant the bliss of kiss that an accrual of blessings delivers from this fray.”
Thinking … of you through, today.
- dedicated to my lost love, who no longer exists in my heart
