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