Erima
Erima; the woman of my hallucinations,
Like winds in the meadow
So has my illusions besieged me with an unforgiving rage of your unadulterated beauty.
In the lingering doubts and virgin fortresses of my mind,
I hope endlessly.
Shadows of undressed desires eclipse my heart.
Will I ever win her love?
Maybe, today; maybe, tomorrow or maybe never.
In glory undimmed;
My despair mocks me, like a leaf tossed by the harmattan wind.
Alas; I have notured a desire that cannot be mine,
Moments of illusion and jettisoned ideas.
Erima;
Even the splendor and rumour of your presence intoxicates me.
Loving you is a fate, my existence cannot rival.
A new day will come; this I recall.
Thus; in the shameless scarlet and dusty recesses of my unbelief, I would hope.
Until my fears tred down to hell,
Not once beneath the heavens would I ever stop hoping for your love.
BY: IKPESU PRINCE IGHO
princeikpesu12@yahoo.com
Copyright © Prince Ikpesu | Year Posted 2016
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