Longing
LONGING
The earth has become
a desert of fraught
ambience
That once was a
bloom and hive of
flora and Homo;
All become extinct,
except what I am yet
to see.
My heart surfs like
a lonely cloud in
the sky,
My mind scales the
sea as do a stray
yacht,
My soul’s lost in
the labyrinth of
midnight dreams.
Upon the shattering
roar and din and
chatter,
I hear none, but the
subtle rhythm of my
heart;
A quiet step, a
tender touch… just
imagining.
I’m searching all
boundaries within
four walls bound
And did not observe
time takes form and
shape,
As my only
acquaintance of
tomorrow lies in
hope.
My spirit transcends
my body, in that far
horizon
Where the sky
embraces the land,
there lies my balm.
Bid me come as long
as air subsist, my
dearest heart!
Itsoghole O.
Solomon
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