Posted by Michael Ogah on
Shrouded in mists of grief
Her song is long forgotten
Her strained hazy eyes
Dream of nights soaked in tears
For he had come with gifts and promises
Hope to revive her cracked lips under the royal sun
And she believed him
For his words were as a quenching sea
And he promised to shield her with dear protectiveness
But today,that hope is a mere confession
As the constant image of his face
Framed in her hands
Brings her to tears
o what a heart's treachery
For the grave sorrow in her eyes convicts me
Though the dynamic symphony of joy surrounds me
Still i can feel the suffering and blood, stenched in her beautiful soul
Beloved! may i be
Your short dusk
Your coin of gold
Your shining coal
But most of all, the clap of your lightining
That i may blossom your heart into the fragrance of love again
And catch a glimpse of your warm,friendly spirit
For the smell of your breathe is my living voice
And the butter in your eyes as waterlilly
Your cry roughly torments my spirit
So therefore, i ask that you'd
Let me be your persistent kindness
To bring love and laughter to your brimming heart
For though you're hurt
I'm here to tell you
..................
That,with me
THIS TOO... SHALL PASS