finaL dWelLing

the road ends where the shadowy shanty sits alone,
amid solitude, silence and seeded fields overgrown. 

bypassed this road times before,
alluring whispers beneath implore

who lives there?

what form resides within such place
daunting darkness heavily laced

a door ajar, beckoned from afar
stoking curiosity.

primordial uneasy realm
enchanting creatures intimately found.
lodged the night watching their plight

till aurora came around.

nocturnal storm to dawning mist
evening scars turn to bliss.
balmy breeze weave through vellus hair
scent of petrichor ease despair

morning milk flowed as silk,
warm and sweet – soothing his sigh,
before flailing arms reached a cry.
swaddle removed, cradled to skin
returned two to harmony again.

early spring removed the sting
as fair trade pollinated the air

a trillion flying forms; floating things,
flooded the atmosphere without care
and fairy flies feasted plankton in the aer.

by K. Osei

acQuiescent jOy

a falcon descended
in belated years
with joy and tears
a legacy extended.

the summer of Chayton arrived in spring
like Mars, a most uncommon thing
not in the conventional sense
but rather, pain and scars;

crimson-drenched. 

until dawn, fatigue we fight 
despite bruised bonds

Chayton rules the night.

field of trees bloom crescent moon
fluttering leaves embracing noon
such ocean waves driven of wind
perfectly synchronized reflection of light
rivaled the stars that clear vernal night
affably floating in a sea of blue
pure skies above cotton fields he flew

how indifferent and magnificent you are. 

by K. Osei

seiShi

sing my soul O’ morning sun,
winter’s cleanse fresh season spun

let spring’s sprout, unfold the way
that creatures bloom on full display

what joy of touch upon my skin
no past be present, nor tomorrow’s sin

we’ve danced together through eternal time
i’ve restored your minutes, unveil my shine

permit us wander broader reality
continue our waltz through immortality

we unite again before the divide
without place, no time, together abide

I’ve kept my word — i remembered

By K. Osei

finiShed

a sound, a seed
a wave, a weed

a breath, a blink
a sliver of zinc
a pulse
a child 
the thoughts we think

All things, it seems, emerge from a single point of origin and arrive at the same destination. between the two lies the ever present now, without past or future; and within that presence there is space – undivided, in that space lives the undecided. Each moment shapes the one that follows, yet everything is complete. If not now, when. One man chase the dreams of external things, the other takes pleasure within.

by K. Osei