The silence on those lush lips
triggers shivers through my
limbs
and even from those eyes’
springs
Still…. those eyes, pretty as
petals–
radiates as the sun o’er
the Cavalla
how pure, how noble,
how like Rigel those eyes are.
until now, until then,
this love has come this far
your fragile lady- frame
beneath the glow’n dark
camps by the road, in a stall
struggling to fill your deep
eons back I’ve known thee
since thy lanky arms embraced
the dawn
when birds chirped no longer
bubbles
save tunes of a blue and
gloomy dusk
dusty gusts of wind warm
your trachea
oh, how you dreaded the
highway wind!
I don’t dare recount my
‘enduring tales:
of awful hours, seasons,
memories.
your presence nigh is a spring
bloom
erasing the days of drought ‘n
bleak
let it remain sung in hymns
and pipes
how we fused on a day of
strife
our desires, our dreams, our
goals
how we mold them out o’er the
horizons
don’t know whether ’tis
ecstasy,
Or something of a different
shape
I stand here on the banks of
Cavalla
seeing a vision cloud my view
a song streams down my lips
in echoes;
see it summon the chirping
bluebird:
Josephine’s her name: my soul;
my core!
Authored by Mamadee GV Kanneh
Featured Picture by the Cavalla River
