Wednesday, July 15, 2020

MONA LISA


Come with me my love 
Away from the naked streets
Of the white man's land
Where mankind eyes glares
And street glass windows reflect our difference 

Come into the ambiance of the Black seas
Where the black shell houses the white walnut
Where the air sense of melanin fragrance
Where the cricket's lullaby puts us to sleep
Where your skin would glow as a clear oil lamp
And our ancestors would gather just to talk at night  

Let's sit with the moon In her full nakedness
She sends her kisses
I think we have her smiling at us
Below,the swaying palm trees rustles 
In the high night breeze

It is the hours of the stars
I think you've got them all wrapped up in your eyes 
The only one thing I would like you to do for me 
Is to share the blossom moonlight with me
Let's touch the joy of the earth with love
Let's cloth the world with a speechless emotion

Lay your head on my beard chest and listen
As my heart speaks of my feelings to you
Listen very closely as it echoes your name
Listen and tell me how the stars stares at us
in the mist of this rhythmic silence that cradles us

Smile into my eyes and grow my heart even more fonder
Let the air be lamed and awestrcken 
Let the fireflies glow even deeper
Let the cricket chirps loudly
For you whose smile freezes time

Let the night last much longer
Let the wind swirls strongly
Let the earth spins farther away from time
Let the stars falters even the more
For you who cause such wonder and awe

It's you mona Lisa; it's just you
That's has got me talking to the moon
It's your eyes that has got me dreaming of forever
From the clouds that floats by 
and the wind's silent whisper
It's you; the bliss that has found me

Nature paints us in different shade
But beauty isn't define by what is outside
But by what lies within
And in regards to how you make me feel
You've given me an insight

Of where I want to be forever
Of who I want to be with forever
Of whose face I want to dream of forever
It's you mona lisa 
It's just you.

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