Persy Is Gone Too Soon Poem by Jerryman Appiahene Gyamfi

Now the twilight of our fest;
Now the dawn of my gridlock
As my lips sing thee farewell.

The unlimited shadow of the Heavens
To the divinely crafted as thee belongs:

Together like two goldfinches
We star’d at that gold sparkling disk
Slowly rise from its bed
As thy eyes glowed alike.

The morning saw us eternal
Loosing us the grip of mortality
As the afternoon prowled to us
Growing the warm disk infernal flames
High above our innocuous heads.
But such stole not thy vigour
Nor hampered thy effulgent smile
That lid and ignited the void in me.

Neither didst thou with dismay
Supplant the morning’s vehemence
But safeguarded these in hope
Of a winsome sunny evening
Which neither thee nor I figured
For that callous man in inky black
Scuttled, plucked a lovely rose
And thou, oh! Persy, w’re gone too soon.