Clicking of the menacle bound hands
the limitation of boundaries
frozen pictures of memories
before were a strange two-
at crossroads journeying,
tragically i'm already fallen
into the words that said you'll be there
now my eyes find you nowhere
once upon a time you once were.
The lines of your smile tell a lie
all the same they make me smile
even as we fain wish to reconcile.
Heat from your touch
my shackles melt like a blow torch
now you're hidden like treasures old
in my heart, dead-stone cold
my shackles you remold.
hmmn...
yet hope isn't all gone
for if life be still
all things may go wrong
but there's always another,
another chance to take the right turn.
In my blindless,
I fell in love with being stagnant
of all by you given blessings,
remains yet no remnant
but as the rains pour
and my shelteredness in you devoured
i'm purged white as pure.
Surrounded by walls of emptiness
but rooted in a land fertility has cured
beyond the horizon is the rising of the sun
freedom! Alas thou maketh me thy son
and in my heart streams endless passions
I'm victorious indeed, it needs no assertion.
Still I love even in your disapprobation.
Still, I do....think of you
like wind does of the mill
but its okay if you choose not to be still.
but I always will
Fimisola-Samuel
