Night

Night. Nay-it not now, when the darkness still crawls nearer Night you shall always be the welcomed Angel, to implore To nay-it, a message the sun has left, with fires Oh shades of the day, magma and ice Always at heels of each, enemies and friends Which one, which one comforts me? Nights of nay-its succesful reigns.. When upon my creaky atsatsa*, I counts the fruits deka... ...eve, .. etor... Sun oh sun, fire out of the Brahma's hearth, you reign in history my journey has started A soul searching Reflections Mesmerises To clean the brass and shine its surface For the lights boasts of shines to soar As I clean my self of debris of old, of old ages Ah, night, nay-it, all that blackens me with blots. Now .....till when....... Lamptey Godson Kofi (c) 2012