A little thing called love

Love

“It is a doing verb…”

A friend says

Beautiful

Adventurous,

Fulfilling

It brings tears to eyes

Tears of joy…

Tears of sorrow

Sometimes,

It rains…dark heavy clouds

Gloomy moods

Children cannot play

Slippery grounds

Carefully tread

We wait…

And wait some more

For the soil to dry

The birds to chirrup

But it may rain some more

And more again…

Deep mud

The forecast depressing

Who’d be mad?

To wait more

But for this four letter word

Love

With hearts closed

Behind walls of Jericho we hide

Ignore the rain

The thunder, the lightning

Closing our eyes

Inside a dark tunnel

Stumbling, slipping…falling

But shut! Our eyes stay

All because of

This funny little thing called love

Its in you

In a crowd

But I see nought

I hear voices

But they don't speak my tongue

In silence, I see clearly

The will to live

comes not from without

In me lies power

In you lies strength

Captives of our own chains we are

Brother from another mother

I speak to you

To speak to yourself

To unleash your wings

to let go

The heart that desireth life

Is in me; Is in you

Go yee, I say to you

and spread the word  

Steve Sonko

Good Morning Dear..

Another morning

Sun rays filter through

Reflecting on your heavenly face

Closed eyes, seeing so beautifully

Lips perfectly together

Only slightly parted

Flirtingly showing milk white dentures

So at peace

In sleep

I ought to leave you

But my joys abound

When you look into my eyes

And my smile

So I rise

With a laugh in my heart

To pay homage to your ancestors

For God’s blessing

Before,

I kiss you awake…..

Good morning dear

Stevo Sonko.