To Naratua

TO NARATUA Do not refuse the invitation Of a prince with a toiling heart Many slung behind to witness The tranfer of power between. The white and the dark hands My vegetable shall grow in your muse Clapping their hands with smile Naratua, thou, by my right hand shall stand but none, I think you accept my Offer to be my queen on that palatable day When I shall smile my tongue out to have A crown place on my forebearing head as The King when our time is never devoured. Naratua, the Wind Speak of you in clamour While my heart languish in slowly "cos" you Are far from its beat when it transpires gentily Do not leave me Naratua, for my muse await thee. (C) John chizoba vincent