The Lady In White Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

THE LADY IN WHITE

Behold her in the field of love,
Singing to the birds of attraction
In a passionate manner.
Her gown swells and her hair blossoms perfectly,
She unveil nature of her beauty and nurtures mother earth.

Behold her white precious gown with no spot of madness and the sole of her feet shinning brightly with no dirt.
I have seen a spirit in the field in a human form,
I have seen the real spirit of love singing to my
Heart, a melodious song sweet to the ear as honey.

Her voice savours the flavour of words in my mouth
Her voice so thrilling and charming like beauty.
Can someone ask her of my mother and her beauty?
I heard she sang just like her sometime ago in
The same field or is she my mother who has come
To sing to me from the world of the spirit?

She sings of peace which my mother was killed for,
She sings of love which my mother was betrayed.
Tell her that her song reminds me of lost hope
Of one in a million lady, who is of African blood.
I won't watch in vain, I must go and talk to her
My eyes is bathed in the mellowing flourish of her beauty.
As I walk closer, she vanished without a goodbye.
Mother of proud word in an ever lasting ancestral home.