'Romans and Waterfalls' by Hakeem Adam

I

She said fossils arePhotographs of our past lives,When behind falling sunsAnd over climbing moonsWe danced byImpatient rumbling waters,Salty with envy of ourSeamless graceWhilst a thousand sandsTried to steal mapsOf our blissful movements.

I I

I said maybe wordsAre just words, and notMirages of our passions,Fears, angers, joys and allThe other toysThat cling onto trembling lipsAnd beg to live.

I I IShe said stars areProof that our eyesCan behold beauty,That we cannot haveAnd go on to regardWhat we do possesAs more than justWells of euphoriaBut immortal metaphysicalSparks.

IV

I complained of my curseThat makes me crave beyond,That makes me feelVolcanoes and; like tornadoes,Litter words,Hoping to findIdle hammocks andSwing by.I cried aboutMy fears that haunt meWhen the night is coldAnd shadows stares.When I’m walking homeFrom sinking sands andSultry hands that linger.I died about the staresThe deep, cross eyed staresThat burn like hunting flaresOn my bare back

V

She said;Stop speaking and be,For your mind isA blossoming treeThat sits on a mountain peakOverlooking valleys and seas,And as leaves fallAnd quivering windsScurry alongThe sun will always chase the moonAnd not have time for you.The dust will always stain the wallThat paints itself blueFor you bear seedsAnd lay a vibrant breeze.Go ahead and be.Let green paradigms and archetypeBask in your shade.

VIA rock at the foot of a waterfallNever welcomes the water on her own accord.Chasing these Romans has made me thirsty for life.