4th, July, 2014.
Asonomaso – Ashanti.
It rained last night. It rained this morning. The sound of the power
plant echoes in the calm morning breeze. The kids play. The birds
chirp. Hens wander. Out of the tunnels, come –
morning raise beyond the horizons
claiming unto itself a new song
hearts burn like candlelight on a night of a date,
a reminder of when lovers swept to the wind
It must be a morning after they painted each other’s lips with kisses
and danced to one more melody
fingers read skins
breath hugs bodies
life scripts love with a lamp
The drizzle drips as a picture of lovers
there it engraves their names on rocks of time
signpost is when love is perfect –
their smiles pave eternity
and rest on the clouds as a star
testimony –
the leaves will remain spotless
in honour of two crazy hearts
and their love
will sprout like a seedling
and will be permanent like names etched on glass.
Kwabena Agyare Yeboah writes from Kumasi, Ghana his home city where he
works as a technical writer. He blogs at www.mragyare.wordpress.com
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