Somewhere in secret you are casting spells. Behind the fashioned glow of everything here and now, you find a way of stealing a piece of where you’ve been, transmuting a life already lived and lending wonder to the willing ear.
I wonder if you’ve thought about it that way. Maybe you’re too consumed by your muse, too far taken to see the wake of you diction, ultimately, my addiction. I wonder if you know what it is you do, because I worry about the day you wake up to your cunning, the day you find kinship in the clouds. One day you’ll step away from this mortal relm. Oshun, don’t swoon to far when Apollo calls, you’ve swayed the rooted mountain range that stood in my way, unveiling a hidden world.
I guess that in sharing your story you’ve grown immune to the wealth of what is new to me. I often lent only half of my heart to my art, I sold so many stories short of there worth because of lessons in living that I confused as finished, I though my vulnerability would stifle my strength. Where I was crooked in sight, your softly spoken truth had shattered a curse, you showed a fuller frame through uninhibited zeal.
At first there was culture, you painted your history in new hues, a kaleidoscope of every thing you, and everything home. I hadnt the faintest idea that there were somany ornaments blessed in your character that words have only started to show justice. Trinkets from a never forgotten world still reverberate there richness in the contents of your spirit. There is no truer beauty than those vulnarable petals that wilt from the fully flowered thoughts you were brave enough offer into this cold world. You became brave enough to share their radience with a soul that is ready to listen and accept its presence, whole heartedly, I savour them.
How hurried and controlled I was in youth, how stern and caution I remain in youth. I’d forgetten than not everyone neglects the gardens of their minds. Here I stand speechless, I have no strength to resist the allure of a beautiful mind.
My brothers had taught me to be greedy with my attention, lest I plunder my value and worth. There was talk of unwritten ettiquette that I was more than ready to disown when I was allowed a chance to walk inside a mind so alive. Beautiful minds are kept safe from the tumulous tides of the everyday. They are built while breaking away the constricting landscapes of the prescribed mind frames and feeding the beauty of body and soul. It was after I decided to take the time to learn the pyramids of your minds that more wonders breached from this lowly desert.
I’m waiting eagerly, searching with keen eyes for more flowers to disown their obscurity. I will always find time for a beautiful mind.