In the comfort of the dark
With a gentle stream of light
In the sea of silence
With a perfect mind scenery
In the chaos which surrounds
With no ears but mouths at war
At fears stroke and pity’s mope
With emotions rushing up and down
In the perfect city of love
With smiles and happiness as company
After overstaying a welcome
And love kicking him out of its beautiful city
Living flowery
As it dawns on him the nearness of death’s claws
Immersed in the beautiful sounds
Of metals, voices and fingers
Entangled in life’s battles,
A poet’s cradle is a cradle stirred somewhere deep in the mind.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
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