Eve

Written by: awoh kingsley awoh

The is night cold
The streets are mute
The stars are asleep
The moon is moaning
Peeping through my windows 
the gentle breeze from the 
beach beacons on me
But nature's touch is temporal
Eve's touch is eternal
Where is my Eve?
As tears flooded my veins
In region of my contemplations 
an arrow of fear pierce through 
my spirit
My spirit screamed for 
deliverance from singlehood
Oh, where is my Eve?

awoh awoh