Fate knits peace,

with the wool of strong happiness

and beside it,

trust like a thimble

when winter weds the

lips of two,

bounded by admiration,

souls rest,

there is bedtime light

in the night,

and with eyes closed tight

can feel their

worries cast adrift

into the bottomless Pacific

There is a fabric of magic

that blessed their presence

but with spirits nude,

a chill is the wonderful jacket

they were,

only the heart smiles

but they don't need anything

to keep them warm,

it is the covenant

of everlasting friendship

that makes their lips magnetizing

whirling in a dance

and with full faith to

whom to loose control,

commit each other spirit

into the sanctuary of the heart,

and the autumn in his eyes,

all moods changing colour

but one,

the sky in him,

remains gallant

with a relaxed poignance

and the spring in her laughter,

a joy blooming

in her new found experience,

where she ressurects

like an undying fire

born never to die,

not from furnace nor fireplace

but the winter

of the soul

and together, fireworks,

sprinkle splendour

far and yonder,

with hands wrapped around

each other,

scarfs of magic,

and hand in hand

they stroll

in the melody of the night.

                                       By Kakraba Afful