Die In My Arms Poem by Echezonachukwu Nduka

last night's whirlwind has
become an unsolved riddle;
as i stare into the blankness
of this sorrowful morn,
i stretch forth my arms to you.

i knew when your tears dried
and left traces on your face.
like footprints in a virgin forest,
they told stories of yesteryear's agony.

tell me, what manner of love stopped
the songs you sang?
was love not meant to be bliss?
was it a blissful feeling turned
sour on your tongue?
pray, even as you close your eyes
may the songs never die in your heart of hearts.

on this morn that lost its dews to dusts,
i sit beside your bed, craving for one last
tune; though they be not as pure as an ice,
they shall make my heart clean.
i stretch forth my arms to you;
that you may die in my arms
and live in my heart forever.