Your voice laps like a flowing stream,
Across howling space.
Your face beams a summer dream,
My pulse on a race.
Like morning dew, my eyes wink;
Bees busy for nectar.
The sun crawls, mimics your coming,
A paining night that slows the dawn.
Though each moment’s delay ticks
My day with unveiled smiles;
I put on white dress, perfume the air
With a sweet scent.
At night I sleep with an open eye;
I peep out the window all day:
Lend the sun some wings,
And stir him to faster pace?
Fun to see the glow, the flutter
Of a cockerel close to crow!
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi