The Wipe Poem by kudakwashe maynard manyowa

the wipe

i hear your voice, late at night...
so too: the whisper, that gently massages,
me, responsive eardrum,

first thought, night bringeth...
same one as dim sunset echoes,
you;

in my careless dreams only, does courage serve,
so too: desires of you, drown my fears,
and, only then, you be mine!

awakened, only do now, i live for my dream,
for, it divinely keeps a place,
where you remain mine.always!

i see your eyes, and so much more,
stories, my heart yearns,
for your smooth voice to tell....

and deep inside my soul,
where sweet melodies play,
and warmth knows itself in abundance,
you reside,

i'm reminded, that i may hear your voice,
minutes before, the dark lonely night,
pity my pain and exhale me to dreamland, , ,

in that moment, all i have is the stars,
mesmerize me, and anger my spirit,

they give me a memory oh! true!
yes, they look like you!

yet, their parched sight stabs me,
for i know i adore them,
so do you,
but i look at them without you;

i feel us here, with me,
late at night,
and sadly wonder,
that when day comes, and im robbed of my dream,
will you know,
we were together tonight,
and, only this morning,
were you, from me, wiped!