Remember the day
We confessed albeit too late
You afar through a network and I lay
In bed talking to a roommate
Remember the night we spoke
And the mental stroke
The holy silence that bound us each to each
The faint sighs, the light gasps that seemed to breach
The long night
And transplant late-lovers in broad daylight
That long sorry text message I sent
(In the long night) I spent
Still some text's missing
I feel it pressing
That rapturous moment I told a friend I die
He said: You lie
Like a holy pendulum
My love for you do flood
My veins, transmuting the blood
Making my heart drum
It's such a big joke:
When you're there my tongue was tight
Now that you're gone I spoke
In soliloquy to an audience I lack with a bragging might
God! I loved your eyes and the smiles
I loved it when you come and go away
The way you step I see across the miles
And remain under your sway
Like waves of the flowing Bahrain
Split by an invisible barrier
We become, the day they gathered in prayer
Closely apart in the world we train
When a wave snatched and dropped you off ashore
You're calm, cold, pale: unlike afore
No longer beholden, I paint your silhouette in a pool of eternal lore
(11: 54, August 23,2015)
Sir Dike, I am honoured, truly. I thank for for stopping by. And sure, I will.
Sir Dike, I feel honoured, truly. Thank you for stopping by. And sure I will.
Write comment. A good start, Aliyu. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Breath-taking! and for sure i'm not exaggerating! thanks for sharing...
wonderful command of language. my favorite poetry tells a good story, and you do just that. i think you mean broad daylight not brought daylight perhaps. fyi...i enjoy your words.
Thanks a lot. Yes, of course, broad daylight it's my bad. Thanks for the Correction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Romantic love story, well articulated and subtly penned in poetic diction with good rhyme scheme. Lovely piece of poetry nicely written from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Aliyyu. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Sir Dike, I feel honoured, truly. Thank you for your insightful comment. And sure I will.