Come Back To Me

Your eyes, your eyes...

They are so far away
So distant, so far away
Open, seeing nothing
Roving some distant lands

And here you are
Right beside me
Holding my hands
Closer than my skin
Yet a thousand mile apart

The burdens you call your own
You never have to bear alone
Come back here
Where ever you are
Come back to me

The Story Of The Twenty-One Beads

Yesterday

She walks in beauty like a night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
Now, twenty quaint beads adorn
The swinging rhythm of her waist
No more the little girl of dawn
Hours flew past in haste



 
Today,

Hundreds of papers and rivers of inks
Woefully failed their noble duty
In describing her radiant beauty
And the magic that happens when she blinks
One more bead slides down the cord
Kissed the twentieth and whispered a word
We lost another girl to the women I say
It’s the third of September today

3rd of September 2011

©Olaniyan Adewale Prince

For Funmi Aruwajoye, on the event of her initiation into ‘womanhood’. Wish you many more beads.