In The Youthfulness Of Time Poem by Ceejon Ezinwoke

A thousand torn treaties of trust and truce
A wavering white flag wornout and washed
A prank, a proof of so pure a perfidous prone
Like talking to Turks through crusader texts

Sleepless spirits
Hunched, Hands akimbo
At that same valley;
where the eyes met desires
where the heart met her needs
where the grey met time the healer

A calabash-full of grief
In where compassion was deeped
Cursed, crushed and caused to dissolve
To dissolve away with plenty ease

A fracture-pain tale
Storied in melancholy mien
Of far-gone deeds
'In the youthfulness of time',
Of romeo-julietic devotion
Void yet,
Of evenness on scale's pans

A death they say heralds another birth
A learning, a cue to wake the sleepy mind
A dozen column of soldiers ready to defend
Its time I held my heart in my own hands.