I Have Come Poem by William Eke

I have come to lush grass and twin ant-hills
Mounting red, and butterflies with no cares
Dancing over flowers that would scarce hold still.

I have come to the long-hoped high hill where
Beauty crystallizes, and all blown down
Which veiled and fettered to the vale of fear.

I have come to the sprouting; breaking now
From silent seeds at the first touch of rain,
My heart sings at your sun's ascent and bows

In sad ponderance of how love ensnared wanes.

(Ogoja, Nigeria)