Good Times Past Poem by Onyi Ogwumike

“The Floral Conflagration
Gently kissed the smoothed skin of my feet.
Under the Weeping Willow,
Where we feasted on Love’s nourishing laughter,
The air was light and fragrant.
The Weeping Willow’s sighs
Hung about in think wisps of milky Dream,
The lavender leaped up into the bosom of Wind
And embraced her in their melodic balm.
Oh happy Nights!
Oh brightness found foreign in the
Deepest depth of Darkness’s iris.
Oh it was divine…
When I awoke to find the sky had caught an ailment,
And was now a pale blue,
Instead of wrapped in the comfort of the dark, richness of its deep navy coat,
How disappointment ravaged my soul.
We departed,
And tore ourselves from each other with sorrowful sloth,
As the stars do when Night’s sweet nectars prove fleeting…
Oh but how marvelous it was…

While it lasted.”