My thoughts are pure and sweet,
like maple and cane,
with a dab of minced spice.
For the balance, we must maintain.
Cool, calm winds guide my thoughts,
balanced with heat from the atmosphere;
Headed in the direction of the beautiful one.
My thoughts revolve continuously like stones rolling on,
at an expeditious pace.
So fast, they become still and captivate.
Time is of the essence.
Together we are left waiting for another special day to arrive
bringing joy and wonders,
such as the coming forth of a newborn
from its mother’s womb.
Let’s build a fortress where we can exchange feelings
and cast off an array of revolving emotions,
For everyone to see.

Thinking of you!

Kimatni D. Rawlins