A Wink Along

Specks of light, safe and sound,

before a temple bell is pound

In meadows fireflies you hound,

merry-go-round, round and round.

Behind the scenes,

of closed eyes hoist,

in the heart of a blooming face,

a smile arises, in winkles and twinkles

opening doors to a brand new day.

Good morning east

where the sun rises,

and the west where it sets

good morning north,

the pursuit of headwinds,

And south a birthplace of cyclones.

Just like smoke, a prayer has risen far,

as high as the Heavens;

"may today be the maybe someday,

slap you with kindness of fruitfulness

paint you with a love of bountifulness,

anaesthesia of all aches and may you,

continue eating from the tree of life, Amen."

november (the black poet)

*behold a great light*

November Wordsworth