Of changing times

Of time and love

Of seasons and dreams

Enveloped in a ravishing gift

You have given me

Of tears and feats

Of serendipity and the unknown

Your gift of a cocktail had just the right amount of indulging and sour

Of beginning again and owning your truth

Of shrugging it off and smiling through the storm

The brick road laid out for me, j will follow

Embracing the gold and then the yellow.

– benyiwah