{SPRINGS EVE}
The sun banging down, shining rays.
A band round a mans leg like a slave chain.
Shit that a drive motherfucker insane.
A major brain drain
You on my mind and I enraptured, slowly living.
World we live in so unforgiving.
Echoes on the eve of springs breeze.
I would bow to thee like a Muslim on bended knee.
Weighing on a mans mind, he encapsulated like caterpillar in cacoon.
You so scintillating it would make an alien swoon.
He but a leaf being swept along in the wind of your passing.
Such is the way of passion.
The sun banging down shining rays.
And here remain entwined in these days.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
