She stares at me
With laughing eyes, like a Gypsy.
There’s a halo of tears
Above her racing heart, she may be tipsy.
Is it beer, or the burthen life bears?
I do not know…
Or did it just glow, this heart of a million,
words of love uttered silently?
Enigma stands, beside Riyom Rocks*, a con
-fusion! Yet I roamed those hills:
too proud to peer, too proud to wear,
my soul on my neck, afraid of a world with ears…
Time walked in, my willing slave
Yet she stood like a statue, unwilling to fight
So Time bottled her tears,
and listened to the words unsaid:
between ears, pearls hidden in a glove…
The things we left for Tomorrow:
In cages, in chains, on paused lips,
heaps of words on our chests, unspoken;
the will to wrestle my heart –unbroken-
safe from the whispering world…
Time walked out, my billing Master,
Yet I stood like a statue, unwilling to fight.
So Time poured away her tears,
and freed those words unsaid:
into space, leaving this puzzle unsolved…
A cocktail of Joy and sorrow:
In stages, with pens, in false beeps,
gifts of worth in a chest, unopened,
the will to wrestle her heart a broken
safe in the whispering world…
I stared at her,
with longing eyes, like a deep sea.
There’s a halo of fears
above my pounding heart, I may be dizzy.
Is it wine, or the feeling of man-kind?
I do not know…
Or did time just blow, away into oblivion,
a love that was meant to be?
[by Effiong Samuel, written Aug. 2017]
(*Riyom Rocks is in Jos, Nigeria)
“…sometimes, we take the things we [could]have for granted; but at some times of those ‘sometimes’ we cannot say for certain if we really had those things…”