where shall my heart lay

where shall my heart be put to rest

as the sky bows,

as the sea prostrates itself to rest?

 

what shall be the song

that lingers home

with the sore feet of destiny?

compassion

 

There shall be a new underworld,

where all is bitter and foul,

and sorrow rhymes,

and lips of the heart

tremble in an indolent transparence,

blending with the defiant darkness

 

I shall have my adventurous feet,

washed by the shore,

mute the voice of my soul

to soft death

to betray my trailing quest

that trails in wounds

 

I shall write your name on the sand

and be blessed by the new creation

before me,

I would bury myself under the silt

to console my snoring worries

if this power was not true,

what is fair and mortal

become fare and immortal

immortality gratifies purity

and purity praises essence

and essence crowns love

and with that,

you see perfection born to perfection,

peace begatting peace

 

As my hand wander in the sand

my heart is the artist of my heart

I shall sculpt you

with its infinitive power

born to clay,

as it nurtures my fingers

to a perfect shape,

I shall give you hair,

like redemption that sets

me free at its sight,

golden with the caramel of my spirit

 

so your appearance may

play the harp of my soul

 

nd i shall give you eyes,

I shall tour the deepest ocean,

and quest for the choicest pearls,

grace them to you,

eyes that see the transparence

but stratified layers of truth

through my eyes,

so my eyes are reincarnated

by perfection, shining with trust

just like yours,

from then on

you shall conceive sight,

with transparence, born unto transparence

to see if both worlds differ

by the sundriness of hearts

 

what a joy

to know you shall be given

an immortal nose!

ordained to inhale freedom,

my shortcomings, mistakes,

misfortunes, you shall exhale

 

And I shall give you a smile,

a smile that bornes fortune

from the long belate womb of happiness

you shall be blessed

with lips of honey

so my thirsty ones can

drink in the peace of eminence

and the fortitude of love

 

The most obedient ears, you shall have,

a hearing that comes with understanding,

it shall hear the pulse that

walks towards you,

no matter the distance,

it shall erase the length of separation

as my heart outpours

itself before you

 

Verily, I shall create hands,

hands called passion,

hands that reach for only me,

and heed the nod of my soul,

those are the hands thus bestowed,

surley then shall my heart fly

when it touches and fathoms

the riddle of my living chest

 

Then I shall give you legs and feet,

ones that walk on this beach,

where I first met you

by the patting of the mind,

ones that walk on the humble

sands of my world only,

only mine you shall be

 

Now, I shall grace thee

with the skin of impression,

made from the laughter

and stature of the stars,

the wonder of the milky way;

its magic shall be,

the smoothness of honey

so my fingers can radiate

with sweet confidence when

they kiss it,

the glaciers of ice,

so that my soul will be

embraced with a chill

at its sight

 

And finally, I shall

furnish your pendaciousness

with a kiss

made from the illixir

of sweet sleep,

so your lips may be

a living lullaby

that puts my heart to rest

 

so arise!

with the fragrance of kindness,

as my pride luminates,

radiates, emanates,

at your sight

 

the sun soars on its wings,

dusk is forbidden and imprisoned,

the iliads of my life, extinct

with a transparence,

twilight is dead,

the ocean kisses my feet,

compassion is the prodigal

that mightily returns

 

indolence, now nothing

but a martyr of loneliness

 

lets raise our hands

to the smile of the sky,

so when we fall,

we land on the clouds,

lets show the world,

that love has given me wings

to fly eternally

and soar with no worries,

by the gleam of happiness.

 

and with that I

wear a divine pendant,

you.

 

The milky way,

shall be our paradise,

where we can sit

on glamour,

and you my dear,

darlingly behold my right cheek

with your right hand,

and stare with wonder, (at an image of eminence)

not flattery,

the divine, pearl eyes

of a perfection

that stares at you.

                         By Kakraba Afful


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