{WE BORN OF SALTY WATER} DEDICATED TO DONETTA RHODES
THE SOFTLY PLAYING SOUND...
https://youtu.be/CGvIzFRcRMA
Her words so soft cause I to tremble for my love has no bounds when it concerns her...
There are no limits to the complexity.
Love so foreign to me has caused I to dredge up feelings that I thought long since buried and I... I say stupid things.
She my heart and it it beats erratically in my chest cavity...
Threatens to explode if I were to lose her...
She my soul and it threatens to leave my body crumpled if she were to go.
I who once thought I dead have found new life in her as the sun rises on these new days...
Bathes them in brilliant light.
Green shoots rising from blackened ashes.
The forest of my emotions.
We born of water, carbon and love as defined by man... By Allah.
My eyes turned heavenward as I implore of The I am...
What is to be?
The heavens remain silent and I speak to her for losing her would be the end...
I having lost so much...
She having lost so much...
The end result of so much pain.
Tears beading in the corners of mine eyes at the memories...
The brutal and awful reality.
My mind finding peace in thoughts of her...
My mind tormented by ghosts of the past where love has not always been the nicest companion.
Its two sides so parallel...
Yet here we are again attempting it once again...
Her tears falling permeate to the depths of my blackened soul where they are absorbed by the ashes as we grow.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
