There had been a Great Depression-
worse than what nearly mowed America down in the wake of 1930s
MAN had eaten man to the bone
and the latter erred, attempting to restore order distorted
A Christmas of blood was inevitable
So I, a wretch with no notable roots health
Was elected for sacrifice and cleansing.
In the waiting bay, before joining my ancestors
I fought hard to deny not my eye vision
after a cold treatment in some slaughter-house underground
I'd have given anything to see the world a little longer!
Then, from somewhere unknown, a butterfly paid a visit…
It danced around, flapping its beautiful wings
in the most incredible fashion
I couldn't fathom who her drummer was
But my nerves ceased aching,
my head stopped its murderous drumming
and my heart resumed its normal rhythm
It fell at my feet, prompting me to turn
Alas, I saw a fully grown woman in your skin!
How could you, so refined an angel, come to such unholy place?
I rose to embrace you, and search for your rosiest face
Only to grab volumes of dense air
And discover the sun smiling at me through the window
I've never slept since then
I sit herein, watching the sun rise and set
Hoping one day it'll rise with you
And hurry not to set, till we consummate our love.
This a lovely romantic poem. A poem from the heart. Thanks for sharing Wafula
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome and thanks Edward and Samuel for reading and appreciating.