Dear Thaisa Poem by Jolomi Amuka

As I write across the pages of time,
Pages unfold, mature - a delicate flower,
Waiting to be read, touched.

Blank stares, peculiar faces,
Stare back at me.
Motionless in time and space;
Their faces written with emotion and word,
No one ever dares to speak.

Yet I sit, cautiously
Waiting for what is to come.
My mind racing a thousand thoughts-
Their eyes saying a thousand words-
And we ponder, for what should their
Motive be.

For them to tell us a thousand lies,
Or speak with honesty?
we can't bare to see their animate faces,
Their foolish nature makes my stomach shake.

How life can be so naive and thoughtless?
So uncaring, yet glee?
How can they live within lies and despair!

Tell us a story we want to hear,
Make it in a remarkable way.
You tell the story - it unfolds before you-
The honorable, the villainous
The just and unjust.
The breaths of truth in every letter, most words, and every syllable.
We gape back at them
With pure thoughts, with truth, with strength -
And wisdom.
We see them see me, like reflected frames from ever peeping lens;
We gape -
Their Whispers, then foreign tongues.

Across the page, across the page; hear me say.
Everything cant be exactly as it seems;
People aren't exactly always what you seem; Disguises aren't flagrant for a reason.
First there's mountain, then no mountain, then; there's you.

Everything seen, sins foretold;
Pretty little lairs, prettier little thieves; scams, wills, tribulation, and a
Mighty King and Queen.
We prepare ourselves for the unforeseen; accepting the unexpected.

We watch you unravel into a beautiful flower,
Unforeseen holds;
The pages unfold-
Before me like a delicate flower.
I do hope the cherry blooms.

Foes are so, and so are friends,
Relationships may last through wear and tear,
And laughs and cries.
My rhymes are now a bit quite dry,
Please,
Water them with your fine smile.
Tomorrow we start anew
A warm big Hug waits for you.
And remember

I love you, even as my life my blood that fosters it.