
In the winds of change
Stand your ground and look forward
To the flush of dawn

In the winds of change
Stand your ground and look forward
To the flush of dawn



when we were young–
with the innocence of lambs
words flew like rapid-fire bullets
catapulting us through sling-shots
when we were young–
words left fingerprints all over
that forged who we’d become
impressions and punched annihilations
When we were young–
thunderstorms whipped and cracked
as lighting flashed with cursing words
that covered the mirrors of ourselves
when we were young–
those words ached and they cringed
paralysing us underneath hidden fears
brimming our eyes with sobbing tears
when we were young–
we really did not understand
the meaning of those hateful words
now trapped in dark passages of time
now that we are young–
to a world of new translations
we know there are spaces and places
between the words and their shadows
now that we are young:
those words can dress up in new clothes
dance wildly beneath the thunderstorm
take a bow beneath rainbow’s radiance
Now that we are young !

I was a dusty, weary wayfarer
bruised and limping on bare feet
The night had been far too long
my heart, stone-heavy and dark
But something happened
The first rays of the sun sneaked in
carefully bathing my sullied skin
Fresh winds untangled my hair
and I found you sitting right there
Yes, something happened
Though strangers, we were kindred spirits
perhaps I was taller, but only in height
On this new day, we both had a chance
to brush the soot off our chimney-souls
I know that something happened
It always does when a new sun rises
filling us with unexpected surprises
No matter our distinction and persuasion
the new day levels for us a new haven
Something happened to us today
Another chance to stand, start afresh
another moment to fall back in love
with life itself and our own raison d’être
It’s ours now, let’s absolve their blame.
Something is happening to all of us today.

Dilemma sits still
in the corner of the room,
waiting in silence
for a sign of commitment,
a nod of acquiescence.
Days turn into night,
Procrastination the thief
who swindles our funds,
bankrupting our loyalty
with sacrifice and blood earned.
Another dawn breaks,
filled with hope to overcome
the deep malignant malaise,
wish flags will fly in full mast
to new vibrant glory days.