Creed Of Love Poem by Chima Ononogbu

When my eyes beheld you that night,
You walked away in tears
That dripped down as beads, your flowy drapery drenched
As you trod down that path buried
Under a cluster of trees sleepless
In the nights they bow to August wind gust;
Then upon fragile lilies underneath litter an eyeful of dews.

On that day, summer had just shed its last skin,
The town's native doctor had clambered Orisa mountain
In purple regalia to woo the goddesses and appease the gods;
Tongues of flame roared from calabash that upon his head sat,
Said to repair the intersection between the loved and the jilted.
The town's people had gone to the valley to cheer at sunset.

I came, too, but trapped in silence.
My broken pieces sutured with a thread of loneliness
In the wild jilted wilderness.
But when again my eyes laid upon you, another night,
You looked like a star glistening
Our long flowery past leaped out of my gated silence,
Like a whooshing wind with soft pecks of a romantic bird.

My dear, you scooped me out of that path
whereupon our wounded past trotted.
Although our souls are daubed in bitemarks of many hurts,
Because we had parted ways at the rising tide of adrenaline,
But now reunited to sing the creed of love
Until we climbed up the chariot of immortality.