Wherever you walk
Connect with me
Wherever you are
Please make me see
The dreams of you
Sometimes feels like flu
It goes and comes
Or like the chameleon blends with its host
Straining eyes to see this sight
Is making these old eyes weak
It may not win its fight
If it continues to seek
And as the light zaps from it
So will the fun and anticipation
So draw closer, open my eyes
And let me see you.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014