where shall my heart lay

where shall my heart be put to rest

as the sky bows,

as the sea prostrates itself to rest?

 

what shall be the song

that lingers home

with the sore feet of destiny?

compassion

 

There shall be a new underworld,

where all is bitter and foul,

and sorrow rhymes,

and lips of the heart

tremble in an indolent transparence,

blending with the defiant darkness

 

I shall have my adventurous feet,

washed by the shore,

mute the voice of my soul

to soft death

to betray my trailing quest

that trails in wounds

 

I shall write your name on the sand

and be blessed by the new creation

before me,

I would bury myself under the silt

to console my snoring worries

if this power was not true,

what is fair and mortal

become fare and immortal

immortality gratifies purity

and purity praises essence

and essence crowns love

and with that,

you see perfection born to perfection,

peace begatting peace

 

As my hand wander in the sand

my heart is the artist of my heart

I shall sculpt you

with its infinitive power

born to clay,

as it nurtures my fingers

to a perfect shape,

I shall give you hair,

like redemption that sets

me free at its sight,

golden with the caramel of my spirit

 

so your appearance may

play the harp of my soul

 

nd i shall give you eyes,

I shall tour the deepest ocean,

and quest for the choicest pearls,

grace them to you,

eyes that see the transparence

but stratified layers of truth

through my eyes,

so my eyes are reincarnated

by perfection, shining with trust

just like yours,

from then on

you shall conceive sight,

with transparence, born unto transparence

to see if both worlds differ

by the sundriness of hearts

 

what a joy

to know you shall be given

an immortal nose!

ordained to inhale freedom,

my shortcomings, mistakes,

misfortunes, you shall exhale

 

And I shall give you a smile,

a smile that bornes fortune

from the long belate womb of happiness

you shall be blessed

with lips of honey

so my thirsty ones can

drink in the peace of eminence

and the fortitude of love

 

The most obedient ears, you shall have,

a hearing that comes with understanding,

it shall hear the pulse that

walks towards you,

no matter the distance,

it shall erase the length of separation

as my heart outpours

itself before you

 

Verily, I shall create hands,

hands called passion,

hands that reach for only me,

and heed the nod of my soul,

those are the hands thus bestowed,

surley then shall my heart fly

when it touches and fathoms

the riddle of my living chest

 

Then I shall give you legs and feet,

ones that walk on this beach,

where I first met you

by the patting of the mind,

ones that walk on the humble

sands of my world only,

only mine you shall be

 

Now, I shall grace thee

with the skin of impression,

made from the laughter

and stature of the stars,

the wonder of the milky way;

its magic shall be,

the smoothness of honey

so my fingers can radiate

with sweet confidence when

they kiss it,

the glaciers of ice,

so that my soul will be

embraced with a chill

at its sight

 

And finally, I shall

furnish your pendaciousness

with a kiss

made from the illixir

of sweet sleep,

so your lips may be

a living lullaby

that puts my heart to rest

 

so arise!

with the fragrance of kindness,

as my pride luminates,

radiates, emanates,

at your sight

 

the sun soars on its wings,

dusk is forbidden and imprisoned,

the iliads of my life, extinct

with a transparence,

twilight is dead,

the ocean kisses my feet,

compassion is the prodigal

that mightily returns

 

indolence, now nothing

but a martyr of loneliness

 

lets raise our hands

to the smile of the sky,

so when we fall,

we land on the clouds,

lets show the world,

that love has given me wings

to fly eternally

and soar with no worries,

by the gleam of happiness.

 

and with that I

wear a divine pendant,

you.

 

The milky way,

shall be our paradise,

where we can sit

on glamour,

and you my dear,

darlingly behold my right cheek

with your right hand,

and stare with wonder, (at an image of eminence)

not flattery,

the divine, pearl eyes

of a perfection

that stares at you.

                         By Kakraba Afful

My tears turn to ash,

my world becomes volcanic

with the noisy eruptions

of suffering,

I'm sleeping on a bed of spines

walking on a carpet of thorns,

oil has been spilt

on my wings of fortitude

 

The moonlight is spilt

across my day,

a splinter of hope,

this, I must say

is the holy chastity

of furnacious life,

unraped by the

man of success

 

I've been swallowing sickles,

sweating steel,

and my blood frys, sizzles

on the oven-tray ground,

baked in defeat

 

There is this gigantic headache,

a grim, ambush of uppercuts,

destiny has hurled at me,

things are so dry

that I begin to sweat out

the vapor of pain.

                                   By Kakraba Afful

I shall be gazing into those

gems of glory,

those eyes of passion

that exceed luminary trust,

I shall be reading this optical

smiling diary of faith, from time to time

 

I shall see its glamour,

and wonder how the oceans

in them interwove and foretold

the story of your power,

from time to time

 

With you, I see splendour,

so do I become, a walking summer

in the winter,

a laughing winter in the summer,

and a magnificent spring in the autumn,

as my heart sees you

 

Forever I shall be lost in that face,

cast my worries out to sea,

all sadness shall be extinct

and my chest shall no longer be

heavy from regret,

my eyes shall bloom with exhilaration,

as I see the exact shape of my heart,

sitting right before me

 

Day by day, I shall encounter those lips,

feel their warm embrace,

those lips that make me impervious

to the black magic of external seduction,

I only dance to the rhythm of your heartbeat my dear,

and duet with you, according to the instrumentalism

of our smiles

 

I shall laugh, for my perfect destiny

has been fulfilled,

since you held my hand

and I patted yours,

a warm, interwoven world of eternal friendship

 

I shall never close my eyes upon the earth,

as I see what is yonder my heart,

my darling, I dare say,

you are the exact drawing of passion.

                                                          By Kakraba Afful

You could see the dusk in her eyes,

as she spoke the dialect of twilight,

she saw eyes of a shadow,

and yet fascinated with the novelistic guy within her,

did not show it

 

There he stood, eyes of a shadow,

black as suspense,

I'm sure to all her friends,

her optical sunrise of handsome men

had sank as a titanic of impertinent ignorance

 

Her heart was Romeo-wrecked,

by intentional departures of shady men,

wrecking balls to the skyscrapers of women,

but deep within her soul,

an aged sun rose to see this new visitor

of her world,

her spirit reached and lounged on the

cherry radiation of his cherry words

but she shifted her face to a faint oblivion,

while her curious eyes, persistently dragged

her heart to that direction

 

Now the man,

obviously cute,

staunchly handsome,

stood there firm, like a mortice chisel,

making holes in the wood of hopelessness,

hoping the one, would show up,

little did he know

that there existed a secret tourist of his soul,

who desired an eternal tour of it

and this tourist was swooned by his

few, rosy, demonstrative words

 

Alas, they collided at a bridge of fate,

and the woman, still trying to betray

the wind that swept her feet,

and the air she now breathed,

was shaking with uncertainty

 

The man, however,

eyes of the shadow,

saw a light

and his days sparkled upon it,

there would be no more emotional nights

in his life, ever!

 

caught in a moment of pricky intrigue,

they surged upon each other

and kissed

and loved,

in a wilderness,

forever, eternal.

                                    By Kakraba Afful