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