FUTURISTIC

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

Imprudent for the realm of peace,
Defiant in this incessant quest,
Rummage and toil.
Honed echo belts out a vibrant peal,
As an ill fated victim of martyrdom,
But one’s orbiting recollection,
Dissolves even deeper.
Rich yet warm halcyon soil a motion away,
Balmy lips can attest.
No light shone brighter,
Than an embedded willpower,
Which would simultaneously resurface,
In union with dawn’s wonderment glare.
A vision to match that of a conceived journey,
Which would commence with a single step.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.

THAT SPACE BETWEEN…

PHOTOS BY PIXABAY

Reserved...
The sign that sits,
In front my heart.
I await the arrival,
Of my one true love.
Composed...
Easy as the morning dew,
I know not your face,
But your heart desires mine,
And we are meant to be.
Withstand...
I will endure the unknown,
Watch the flowers fade.
They shall ultimately blossom again,
When two hearts are joined as one.
Elated...
This joyous feeling inside,
My heart as my compass,
Will point directly to you.
I will surely know...
Reserved...
The sign that sits,
In front my heart.
You are worth the wait,
For you will make me whole.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.