I heard your heart smile all over the world and the head woke up .

The dawn felt your steps like the sun.

Footprints lengthen to sky and sea, free to widen to realism.

Naked dust  burst into bloom, to sit on the moon.

Now you are wide like wild  to open up the flow

For something. For nothing. For all things. For everything. For everyone.

At dusk a moment to live the known and unknown.

Being and becoming, the  mind comes to rest in the heart.

To  naked dust. To dust of silence. Screaming never to be heard.

Ayo Ayoola-Amale esq.

Muse of Poetic Harmony in Africa.                                                    Copyright 2013.