In a wink,
she lit up the room, a morning star;
a sunflower swaying,
bright as sun's rays.
No rumble, no quake, a crack crept
up the wall; a silhouette stole in,
stifled the air, dulled
the budding bliss.
We watched joy bleed,
seep like hasty tropic rain into
pain-baked earth; faces lost glow
with folds of sorrow.
Hope waned, fled like a shadow!
We heeled over the brink
of despair, choking back tears.
In a wink, she was gone;
gone like passing wind!
If she had cuddled in sleep
under blinking stars, I'd have crouched
and pecked her cheek. A sun, she blazed
at dawn and dimmed at noon.
When will the morning come?
When will the star rise
and we hug in a flood of joy?
There she lay, cozy;
there we stood,
blinking at our dream.
© 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
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