Photo credit: Bill Fairs

………………will u find me?”

in the urban states,

blow kisses: to the worse of place

I am ur love: u my bass

hold my heart

our love is ‘grace’

way beyond the galaxy

u and I living large;

I contemplate

locks flying ‘Rasta roar,  

go through fire, walk through

the golden gate

ain’t no stopping u Jah

my—reggae Soulsong mate!

Empress Journee