Dreams

They say love makes the world go round, I say dreams keep it in perfect motion,

Dreams determine how far we reach into the universe or venture down the sea.

Those who have stood by their dreams have often succeeded or gotten wiser,

They have found joy and contentment for not being afraid to follow their passions.

Dreams will at times force us to make unpopular decisions that leave us lonely,

 Holding onto nothing but a flicker of hope that despite today`s rain and pain,

Tomorrow the sun will shine and everything will be fine and we will live our dream.

Dreams have mended and broken hearts; killed doubled minded men with no stand,

Dreams are preserved the strong-willed enough to pursue their dreams to the end.

They keep the world on its toes as they dictate the rhythm and pace of life,

Heroes, saints and legends are made of dreams as they lived and died their dreams.

By Tabby Mwangi 

Your Photograph

Looking at your photograph makes me sad,

I see your beautiful brown eyes and know,

That I can`t have you all for myself,

I know that I`ll never have a chance to touch,

Your lips gently as you sleep gracefully beside me.

 I`ll never be the one to whisper into your ears,

Just how bold, brave and special you are,

I`ll never have the chance to share my heart with you,

I`ll never be the one to fix your tie every morning,

I`ll never be the first one to say how nice you smell.

I`ll never be the person to open up to you,

Telling you my innermost secrets that no one knows,

I`ll never be carried in your arms as you take me upstairs,

You will never lift me off the ground as I look into your eyes,

And think to myself just how blessed I am to have you in my life.

Looking at your photograph I realize I`ll never dance with you,

At night and you will never know why my heart beats,

You will never know which tune I`m playing as I stare at you,

Looking into your eyes I realize that seeing you,

And knowing you are not mine hurts a lot but I am glad it does.

By Tabby Mwangi.

Should I or should I not?

Should I or should I not cross the Rubicon?

Must I into this secretive novel isle venture?

As I embark on a quest for romantic adventure?

Where it is utmost dark and there lurks danger.

I`m afraid of a broken heart- breach of promise,

Ought I to give my heart in a chest of fine pine,

Hand it over to him as if a pearl for keeps it is,

So that he can tend for it is his: now and always.

Defenselessly on the harsh horns of dilemma I lie,

Torn between the Devil and the cold deep blue sea,

I wonder if this game is really worth the candle,

What if it all is a game for him and I wind up hurt?

My greatest fear is that he`ll one day show his true colors,

Then I suddenly will wake up and realize what a fool I was,

Believing in fairy tales… in Utopia-Elysian happiness,

When he takes off at a tangent leaving me with scars.

Should I say yes because I feel the same way he does?

Or because I am convinced I can take up his cudgels?

What will happen when the real me to know he gets?

Shall I have thrown pearls before swine by saying yes?

What if all these feelings inside are a nine days wonder?

Which like a house built on sand falls when storms linger?

Shall they be passing clouds that bring no rain but despair?

I`m taking this shot in the dark- agreeing to be his Cinderella!

                                        
By Tabby Mwangi.