Monday, July 27, 2015

SUCCOR



Abiding happiness
In the phenomenon of nature.
The molten sunrises
And sunsets in haunting tones
The bee drunk on nectar
The butterfly
Proud in its ethereal beauty
The birds diligently
Building nests for the mating season.
All these warm
The cockles of my heart
But my heart still pines for you.
An enchanting dream
That would spin my world into unbelievable glory.
You are my succor
Invading ambrosia in my veins.
Thanking the lord is a pressing desire
For the spurt of emotions
Lining the recesses of my heart.
Life is good
For you taught me so
But I await
You
To succor  my heart.