Treasure Island

Kojo Owusu

(1984 / Ghana)

Song Of A Genie


I wish you were here
To charm my sight,
To flip the bewildering pages
Of Arabian nights.
I will be the genie with the magic words
In the incessant pulse - the rippling waters-
I will gurgle love in the silent stream-
A hero embarked on a journey
Of epic grandeur in your dream.
I will be your soothing breeze
When loneliness engulfs you and
Impels you to sit beneath the shady trees
Of serenity and pristine aura
I will be the all enjoyer, though invisible
Of your erotic pastimes
I will be the guardian lamp
In the dark shadow of night and a song
To calm down your turbulent soul
I am the epitome of the pages where wishes
Are granted and desires fulfilled.

Submitted: Saturday, December 10, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, December 13, 2005

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