Sown and rooted,
here where I have been left off;
my journey can only continue as far as my eye can explore beyond my feet stuck in the past,
how do I move on and
find my way back when the road leading
home lies in-between your breasts?
Prophecy has said the latter rain
will be greater than the former,
but oranges and cherries from your vine remains more fruitful yesterday than today
this here, we, is a fairy-tale only Christmas can tell best
but trust refuses to be reconciled with doubts
and right here is the perfect spot for grace
and love to step in and save the day.
My memories dances in a ballroom
Beneath a spinning chandelier of turquoise blue
and purple and red and white,
you remember right?
Your first kiss, the bath room talk, the pleas,
the unborn pretty little (so beautiful like you),
I remember the couch grumbling
we were too fat for its capacity but we shut it up
to make heaven bliss right there in eko.
Back to me dear,
how long can waiting return?