As fire kisses the wood,

there is no mercy,

but the wood does it consume,

hoarsely or with gentility,

the wood blackens and does

not question the fire;

Indeed it does not question

the fire, of its authority

or strength or audacity

or why it overcomes its still being,

nor does it resist,

but with a quietness

it inhales the conquest,

and accepts the pastures of burns

as its being is rusted black,

it only crackles in endurance,

tears within

with an humble obligation,

and a silent confidence

and so the pride of the fire

diminishes with each exhaustion

of oxygen and breathe,

until

until it finally vanishes,

but, the wood remains,

no more wood perhaps,

but as ash

or charcoal, ready

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                              By Kakraba Afful

and when my tears dropped

and fall to the bottom of dismay

on stormy nights

where the sky's canvas was

painted with turmoil,

and prophecied of merciless nightmares

to come, I was

shrouded, the rain of loneliness

beat me heavenly

But he and she came

and I saw daybreak smiling

at my bed side,

He...held me softly,

then my soul was lulled

and slept in the hammock

of heavenly peace

and horror was defeated

I found bravery in her eyes,

and a champion warmth,

clothed me with the justification

of love

she smiled, so did I,

she kissed my head,

and I became a victor,

the nightmares were slain,

since they came

and I hibernated,

definitely slept in the

cloud mattress of parenthood.

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                                           By Kakraba Afful

I shall smile even if my tears

do fall, because I have found you

and even if, my hopes wither,

my heartbeat still lives on

because your eyes

heal its wounds

Don't you hear the neigh of the wind

and how my mind gallops far,

let my eyes be blind so I

can see the fervent glory,

that is you

Even if I have to brawl

with the cyclones and abase

them to dry your tears,

my muscle shall congeal

for you,

I'll kill the thunder that

barks against you in the peril of the day

or uncanny nights...

for you

I shall rest in the loyalty of your hands,

my heart be cherished,

your heart do I approve,

so let the roses fly

by the dozen,

and frankincense be used

to wash the feet of my goddess,

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                                   By Kakraba Afful

If I could run yonder,

and all faith be cast into oblivion,

and all reality declares past tense

by my lips,

If I could fly to see the moon,

and bedazzle my fate with a fame

it now strongly beholds...

I shall never let go of the view,

the oceans shall be my bed,

twilight, my new lullaby,

sings evidently like peace,

I shall be unshaken as the sky,

play the melody of the stars,

and cast a spell

that makes all shadow wither;

darkness shall part,

and in light does my fortune bloom

my soul becomes the spring,

the sun smiles truly,

because my queen rises like

the lightning and my heart

pounds with the audacity of thunder

I shall give praise to emotion,

flows boundless like the ocean,

because she is my fortress

my immortal princess,

that waltzs with me,

in the blissful ballroom of love.

                                         By Kakraba Afful