To Dear Fatima

When the mountain goes home Remember how to use the Valley Roses are costly than the diamond If the eyes of the coming rain beckon Remember how your name was written on the hairy soul of the sun before the saints You looking at me but I'm looking through you I can't explain who I am through your eyes Send me your love when tomorrow comes Dear Fatima, your soul is my soup to leak Your eyes is my satelite of dreams and hope Tarry here till eternity comes in glory Then shall I make my heart your home. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016