I saw shades of pink
Painted in the canvas of life..
Where loved ones gather
To embrace the warmth of the sun
And the loveliness of the moon

I saw a sliver of myrrh
Leaking from a chest of love
Is it not lovely,
the winds of freedom
and fortune?

Indeed,
a cage is too small for two birds
And a can of worms is too few

Hungry hatchlings waiting to be fed
And unborn eggs remained unborn
still
As they wait for the sun to set
And
Eventually
...