Memories I Poem by Emmanuel Karibi Obuala

Each passing day like
a courier, comes with
picturesque souvenirs
of the past; with bitter-sweet
memories of eternal

moments lost to the
proverbial winds of time

Oh, what wistful bliss
pricks the heart of man
in remembering the
sun-soaked memories
we made in our time

Indelible memories
as keen as the perpetual
rising of the sun at
break of day and its
selfsame setting at eve

which is between us now
crossroads of nostalgia
one cannot feign to forget
in a lifetime, to which
lovelorn, I ache to return

like a weary voyager
for the soothing air of home
when like a crab, I crawl
my way back in retrospection
down memory lane

to the good old days
of rainbows and starry nights
when we kept dusk at bay
with passionate eyes
brighter than sunrise

when the soothing sun
daily beamed radiant and gay.

Alas, how dreamfully
I crave those sunny days
and wish, like wretched beggars
for steads they never ride
that the sun does not set today
and deprive me of this vintage.