The Journey Poem by Adookorn Auaduma

She is clad in an immaculate robe of the empyrean, ride on muzzy clouds-- a ubiquitous nocturnal queen who wades soft and sober to her kraal
On the street of azure sky stars flash, gleam and blink In honor of the maiden queen seated in the convoy of surging clouds.
No time has a queen flexed her laurels to plume the earth in her silver silk-- the moon glides across the saphire sky with curious, neckling eyes
We watch the elegant queen surge through non-plus cloud; however, splendid and perfect, she has to face up to realities to arrive
A man surges through the befogged haze of realities to exe out a living and lift up his life, portering onus through foggy pages of living to arrive
Not without face up to realities on the way to life, we persist through thick and thin-- only then will life change our dreams into reality.