By Kelechukwu Samuel Ojile
I will sing your name, moonsong
girl with lips of the crescent moon
anchored into the vast blue sky
I will sing your name, moonsong
lyric of the viola, symphonies dawn
upon euphoric hearts, sweetness
lingering yet as the last sound of strings
reverberating, music of lovers
wanting more, staying longer
locked in silhouetted embrace
the new moon watching us kiss
song of new wine; toxic sweetness.
song of stars retiring tonight
I will sing you the moon's song
as a deity to the goddess of
beauty. You are my blessing and now
I have become the sand at the shores of
the Atlantic — waiting for the riverbird
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