Photo credit: Jacek Dylag
While white clouds speak silence and darkness,
Seem to cover the moon—in her blues:
She knew patience spoke, not in a hurry, not too soon:
To give her time to grieve and loose the weight, of fairy tales,
That did not, come through; Instead, allowed her soul,
To feel the rhythm, of the mighty blues:
And bring, songs of wonderful news:
Her pulse—strong, like a roaring drum,
Dancing, to keep her heart, fill with poetic love songs:
Allowing wisdom, true love to bloom:
—not in a hurry, not too soon!
The voice, the voice, the voice, speak truth,
The one I love, has found someone new:
If that’s’ true—my dear heart, may their heart sing,
Happy songs—than the mighty blues!”
Empress Journee