CLOUD NINE AVENUE

PHOTO BY UNSPLASH

This must be the corner of paradise,
Where heavenly angels roam.
Rhinestone glare extends,
From the greenest of grass,
Near a sapphire enriched sky.
Trees boasts a geranium red,
Foliage undulate from wispy winds,
In simultaneous fashion,
With the spherical radiance,
Of the setting sun…
A pathway meticulously landscaped,
In the awe of amethyst,
Befitting the touch ,
Of a king’s mantle.
Fertile ground comes alive,
Resonant sound of,
A musical harp embedded,
Into the mountainous valley.
Vibration combines with,
Onset of twilight,
And departure of a violet haze,
Amidst lone star’s greeting.
Blanket of jubilance,
Awaits the wandering nomad.
To lay carefree upon,
Basking in the glory of,
True perfection.
Peacefulness resides here…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

UNDIVIDED

Image by StockSnap from Pixabay

Will you give to me the attention I crave?
Look at me like I am the only one,
In this whole world.
Reserve a corner on this earth,
For just you and I.
And don't look away,
Even if a rainbow spews out pure gold.
Angels may sing;
A melodious chorus above.
I hear the harp playing.
Serenity soothes my soul,
Hold me close...
Here, the sun never ceases to shine,
No need to worry, darling.
Fixate your eyes on me.
Take my hand, quench my thirst,
I desire an ample flow.
Your attention I crave wholeheartedly,
Let's make a memory of this moment.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.