Dawning Poem by Michael Eziudo

It was you I saw
In my sleep or in my wake or when I handled the saw
You came to bid me good morning
A morning had never been this good until this morning
Your good morning makes my morning a good morning
And now these woods are easier to cut
And weightless in lifting
I laugh and whistle along proudly
Yea, butterfly in my tummy

You're the rose I could scramble through every thorn to pluck
You're that pleasant scent from the beautiful flower of the gardenia
You say you are Sarah, Treasure you meant to say?
And I say I am Mike, best for you I meant to say
And I bet two will work together if they agree
Nothing should be a barrier, mbanụ, I refuse to agree
When the hearts twinkle, the bell shall jingle

Your oval face, the centre of your beauty
Your diastema a heart melter
And your figure? Chai! Asa nwa!
Oh what belle you are, eggrogeously welcoming
One in a million
I dare to call you my swishtwish

The angels are out
On their duties and rounds
The diadem on you
The entourage for you
If I'd pick the stars anytime
Let it be for you
For no blessing is beyond that which came at dawn and became the dawn for a confused
Now I can think clearly
Because you are my dawning