MAKE ME FREE

Have you ever watched a snapshot and wished to be in it?

Have you ever watched time and wished to be its tail?

Have you ever watched the birds and hoped for wings?

Have you ever seen eyes you hope for as mirrors?

 

Like a painting you hang on my every wall

I turn left, I turn right

I look forward, I turn backward

All I see are many paintings of you

Clouding my background

Calling my heart to come right in

So why is there a blocking?

When I push forward Mr. Wall blocks

My entry reminding me of what you are

An extraordinarily beautiful painting on my wall

 

Every painting of you tells a story,

A story I’d love to listen to until the end

But like a butterfly, time weakens my wings

And I’m left hoping to be the tail of time

Just to hear all those stories to the end

And see your rhythmic walks,

Your inviting lips,

Your welcoming eyes,

Your lovely bosom

And watch time savour your skin little by little

But time closes my eyes as it eats your delicacies

Throwing jealous tantrums while threatening to push me over

And I wonder if its temper one day, will not make him honour his promise

 

Sometimes I yearn to watch you from up above

As you walk majestically down in your grace

Then I’ll have a proper view of you

And sing great songs about you as you deserve

And shield you from heavenly harm

So I begrudge the birds

Who watch you from above

And have the  decency not to care

Some impudent ones defecating on God’s masterpiece

 

 

Just seeing your eyes from afar

Has become a passionate addiction

I wish with all of my soul to have them as my mirrors

My mirrors to perfection,

My mirrors of success,

My mirrors of flawlessness

Mirrors of grave importance

But even from afar, the cruel walls tell

Me of greed reflecting from my eyes

And caution me to keep my distance

 

What will you have me do?

I could close my eyes too

But how can I shut the eyes of this heart?

Tell me a way to de-activate this background

Tell me how I can get you off my life-like-a-computer’s desktop

And I will easily do it

To be free.

   Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014