OCEN MICHEAL

My mockingbird That whisper at night When I am half at mind. What is this dawn? If this time is yesterday, I would write for you Love Letter; Hello love, I paint to you the picture of my love Using words in this Love letter Because in such, Nothing else can explain it to you. Last night A holy dreams visited me! I saw the peak of joy in the church When believers witnessed the ambivalent of you My Angel and your wings before Christ. I saw the beginning of Romanticism When I was Romeo and youere Juliet And nothing else matters more than that aristocracy. By the dawn, I was Adam and you were Eve and life begins. If this time is today, Then I am your pillow Holding your cheek every night with peace. On your best days, I am your love songs That chant your emotions, Your bird that sing for you Morning aubade beside your bed, The drizzling solid liquid from your showers That flows from your head to tail is your love. I am your favourite Lotion That smears you ...

Why is it that every tails that dance round me want to touch me? Why is it that every learners Who learn how to ride wish to prove their strength on me? Why is it that every rumor mongers With all their creativities, still ends up talking about me? How fair for enemies To think that I am their best allies! Fair! it's for traitors to think that I am their route for redemption. Sad it is for the lost dogs To think that I resemble their owner. What an attempt! Broken hearted to think that I am a condolence to thier affairs. Of all, I still stands,  The only one who understand how the cock crows. After destroying the nation, Its children and and  you presume a traitor, Do you think you left some portion for  forgiveness in it? After abandoning your palace Do you still think there is somewhere for you to start building the nation from? 2018ocenmicheal@theshadowwordsafrica-poetry