A Trip Back

She shares a post,
Her city’s museum,
Opposite to Pizza Hut,
But for her to see my past,
To see how I sculpted myself,
How the poetry in life smiled,
Is all I ever want,
And all I care now
Is to see her blossoming,
A renaissance,
An emotional revolution,
I am my own museum,
Worldwide collections,
With a recent discovery,
An Arabian exhibition,
A reconnection to my past,
To her own museum,
And to our blessed future.

Sigh

Sigh! The wisdom these eyes carry through
The mirror that stands before me reflects
A knackered young soul. Sigh! You probably
Noticed my deep ancient breaths smoking
Out all this world’s excitement. Sigh! If I
Have ever walked the steps towards the
Starry constellation, then many galaxies
Would only pause for a second and glare
At my daring revolution. Sigh! But since I
Have lost the ability to imitate a bouncy
Toddler, I now sit back under this colossal
Canopy to watch the world from afar. Sigh!