A good friend who stays clear from sunlight
Paid me a visit in her fullness one night
Eyes heavy with sorrow
And tear-stained parched skin
She waned and bemoaned the evil of man
The earth will be gone she whispered to me
No longer a home to roam and be free
Fading slowly to the darkest of black
Not the brightest of stars could make her glow back
Upon waking I searched for light from on high
Only to find sun’s light melting
Purging streams of heat from out of the sky
Smoked filled shells yesterday we called homes
Lay broken and empty children left all alone
No moon to glow or sun to shine
Earth stopped rotating
Man has run out of time

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston