Agenda's Of The Journey Poem by Ooo BBB

Agenda's Of The Journey



Agenda's of the Journey

Dust dominates the horizon,
Seldom to the season have I withered under the morning star?  
The bridge of hope stands firm today,  
My chest fills with air!

The path cracks, gash, wounded over time,
If I was to have know the outcome,
I would prefer to journey the bottom of the sea,
Yet,

She inflames the currents,
Thrusting back waves on a raft,
Against the ocean, against the outcome, under the morning star,
She causes my face to invade with a smile  

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Moving to the desert of Saudi Arabia, leaving behind my home of two decades conjured the motivation to express.

The dusty horizon, the season of continues summer underneath the morning star. Months of solitude yet the love I left behind contacts me with a sonnet which touches my soul. Upon reading the message I found myself breath deep, as if it was the first quantity of air to fill my chest.

The bridge of hope I mention is the understand that I am not alone, that she continues to fight for me, against the currents of life which we blindly follow, she stands upon the raft of hope.

The conclusion is a smile :)
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