Winter Storm! Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

The power of love and the power of music,
The power of romance and the power of emotion,
The power of stress and the power of passion,
The self-knowledge of our being's end and arms;
But this muse is like the winter storm!

The deserted village and the love of a country,
The last rose of the summer is here for you and me;
But sin and death is man's own history.

An oration over a dead body is like the kings at war!
And of the things to remember when your love leaves you;
For in September last year i was in Australia with my lover.

The wine-cup and the old clock on the stairs,
Open the window and let me remember the past;
But do try again when you missed the first attempt.

Sweet harmony and sweet love,
The quality of my mercy is not yet strained;
So blessed is hime who have and do give some to others,
For the power of love is at times like the winter storm!

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank,
For mercy is upon this sceptre sway;
And of such harmony and such love shared with,
The passion and the romance of the things around!

This winter storm is always arouns us and,
It creeps in like a snail learning how to walk in nature's ways;
But the watchful minutes of the hour is all about you and me!
For the muse of love has taken us that far.