I Will Recite the Love Poem
Away my soul suspends into the thin air
As I drool away the day, lying in the lair
Waiting for the diamond rays of the sun sinking below the earth far away
Chirping crickets; and the curly motions of the evening birds takes my soul away
Chorus of mystery drowns my silent sobs
Golden and pacific, the moon grows aglow in grandeur atop the hills
Slimy like a snail it crawls among the army of silvery chariots dotting the sky,
A little voice creeps from the belly of darkness
Saying in low monotones;
Only the tales of sadness
‘Cherie is lost in into a stretch so endless’
She made her maiden journey into a voyage so tumultuous; when she closed her eyes in paleness
Her epitaph is now giving way to age.
Cherie drifted with the winds away into the distant lands of her own
A new day shall never dawn with Cherie perched on her favorite chair playing on the piano
Cherie will never again play her favorite note.
I will only watch in a dream, Cherie doing the ballet
From your unknown courts of royalty,
Your silvery costumes shall rewrite our fairy tales of the time gone by.
I’ll recite you, our maiden love poem
Even ‘it’ takes millions of miles to reach you; my voice shall reach you like whispers in the wind
Like the winds of a barren earth of a desert.
Copyright © Isaiah Otieno