Celebrating East African Writing!
If ever any happiness I did feel
That I desire, it is at the thought of your love,
Let the image of your soothing soul rest upon my heart
On a better hemisphere- firmly!
Before I extinguish this glowing speck of pleasure, let me sigh,
Put elbows on the table, in torn, dissected self.
A prevailing echo in my solitude,
For tearful benedictions flood my soul,
Survey every part of me
And you will still find your picture in me,
As I gaze at the hills all black with foliage:
Revive my hope
Fill my hive with honey
Teach me cupid’s tricks
Lead me in singing endless tunes with fairies.
My pain, the wall separating us;
Sad tears over flood my ground
Almost drowning me,
My cries and shouts have cracked walls.
Your love gave fuel to my fire,
You will always be my favorite one-
The one to return to.