I stand here amongst these multitude
A speck within this forest of dark hairs
Worn over this map of scalp…
An ovation of compliments at your arrival
Rhythms and melodies
Flashes of light
Across this horizon…
For barely a while now…
These grasses sprout
Germinating rapidly
To kiss your cheeks
Luring you away from this temple of our hearts…
Away they led..
My weary eyes caught a glimpse of your shadow
As it leaves through many doors
Dissolving into fragments….,of smoke……,
Gas…….subliming to the coast,
Coating the path you thread.
I stand in this hamlet of horrendous thoughts
Where the soup is laid bare
Spiced with sour flavoured seasoning
By these sprouting weeds…
For it tries vainly to blur views in three dimensions
As I stood to gaze at the rare….
That place where…..
You slipped off our grip…
~ Stephen Izevbekhai
Benin City, Nigeria