Mechelle


She's open to suggestions.

Doesn't need directions.

Nurtured her perspective

as an urban native.

Has the darkest eyes

that let you know she's wise

and she's watching as time goes by.



Light coffee complexion,

some might say 'perfection'.

Hair dark, soft and flowing

on the warm breeze blowing.

Has the saddest eyes

that tell you that she cries

and she's watching as time goes by.



She's standing at her window,

sharing her within glow.

Words she says, not speaking,

whilst her heart goes seeking

sun in clear blue skies;

Peace

The Gift

The Prize,

and she's watching as time goes by.




Works of Peace the Poet