Somewhere at the basement of this beautiful heart
Somewhere at the precipice of its deep and untamed emotions
Are memories of the past and dreams time is yet to unfold
Some like the cold winter morning. Some like a bright summer day
When no one is watching, when reason is obscure
When a smile freezes into drops of warm and salty water
Don’t hold back.
When the cheeks are flushed
With rivers of endless and meaningless battles
Let it all out
Let it out at dusk, let it out at dawn,
When it feels so bad, when it feels so good
Even when it makes no sense
It is like the mountains we climb and the valleys we descend.
Unexpected, Yet inevitable
Where ever we are, What ever the time
Tears from an angel: like a drop of healing rain to the soul.
Compelling and soothing
Like soft winds, it caresses the heart
And whispers a blissful reassurance of what is to come.
By Anze Mofor Copyright © 2009