Teira Naahi

Tuesday, July 18, 2017


A tale composed for the yellow moon

Low hung thereupon the ancient lagoon

Reflecting love in quiet repose

Upon the waters of birthing down here below

There is a mouse within the field

And a crow within the pot

The horse is running numbers

Whipping old man spinning top

One eye is on the game

But the game is on the board

The board is on a factory floor

Multi tasking evermore

So where am i and where are you

And where will come our future proof

Fore in things we share are things we do

The future so shaped un-borne anew

Reflect upon this yellow moon 

Low hung thereupon this ancient lagoon

Fore the light you give is from tomorrow’s sun

Giving hope to the past of a future to come:

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