Lightning Bird
Her honey kiss, gave
me the ultimate franchise
to speak a priceless dialect,
A language forbidden even
to the deepest fathomers of knowledge
and its embracing wisdom
endless to the ocean tiles
or even infinity itself
Her eyes,
declared this,
their authority, their hold,
gifted me with haberdashery of gallantry
and I wore the cloaks of bravery
imprinted with truth
Her smile,
it gave me an eloquence unseen,
a fluence unborn,
and now my heart flows,
like an endless Nile,
meandering in happiness,
not eroding, but forming an estuary of joy,
shining, glazing
with a transparence born
to new-born trust and truth
and my lips also spoke
of this mighty philosophy
that makes the shadows quiver
and tears seize,
and hearts bloom with a spring,
unknown to the earth or galaxy
A told this awesome story,
when my lips married hers,
and we became freedom
and light to other hearts,
we became magic.
By Kakraba Afful
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