Flowing Stream Poem by Celestine Ikwuamaesi

Your voice, lap of flowing stream
Across howling space.
Your face beams a lover's dream
From afar making the heart race.

Our eyes like morning dew blink
As bees flitting on flower.
The sun crawls, our glasses clink,
We crane at the watchtower.

As each moment's delay ticks
My day with unveiled smile,
I hug heaven's dress code, fix
My gaze, enthralled by the style

You chose for the bridal train.
I wish I could wing the sun,
Make your coming swift as rain.
Waiting for the day isn't fun

Like watching a rooster flap,
About to crow, neck stretched.
All day, I avoid a nap,
Living by faith that fetched

Me strength to hold on, sleeping
All night, my right eye peeping.


© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi