Princess Of The Sun Poem by Warri Stanley

Princess of the sun.


Waking from the dream of the past,
With an illusion, my heart was blast.
Princess of the sun was highly vast.
Mind blowing and phantasm that last.

My heart was carrying her image.
Like the cover of magazine page.
What wasto me was savage,
This is uncouth, but I'm a man of sage.

Iam now the carrier of her face.
I have labelled hot faces and dull face
Who said beautiful ones are not, how this face?
That is divergent, that stood my pace.

In the south where the sun early rose.
That seems to be long line of my prose.
Sudden shackles smile of the sun lose.
Waking from south sun dream my heart dose.


-Warri Stanley