Your King Is On The Way Poem by Falana Zion

I don't believe in epistles,
They may fail without a direct thought
I trust not in long texts
They may go beyond my context

I put not my faith in the night
It changes concurrently with time
I glory not at the sight of the sun
For it dances to tune of the evening gong

The flower's scent I perceive not for long
For me not to adapt to its seduction
The rainbow I focus not much on
To avoid its breathtaking illusions

Nevertheless,
On you I wish I fix my gaze
My hunger I wish you set ablaze
For me not to be carried away

Beloved,
Behold not the face of the prince
For you not to fall for his seductive strings
Bridle your heart,
Wrap your feelings around your waist
For your king is on the way.