CROSS OVER

Cross over

From the thin line of racism

The thin line of tribal rebellions

The thin line of religious difference

The thin line of peer pressure

Into these arms with safe security love locks

Just cross over

II

Cross over

From the thin line of earthly argumentations

The thin line of cheating claims

The thin line of distance love

The thin line of parents’ disapproval

Into these arms with peace walls

III

Cross over

Cross over into these arms

Where network of love’s connectivity

Is always full in percentage

Cross over, like a burdened soul seeing a saviour

With naked hungry eyes

And give me your weight as you slumber

I am no good at massages

But will massage your weakness to strength

I am not rich like Bill Gates

But will eject your hunger like a cruel land owner

I am not sweet like ripe pawpaw

But will follow your peace law

So just cross over

IV

Cross over

I see you as my heavens

When I know I can be your firm grounds

I see you like my mountain

When I can carry you like my god

I see you as a perplexer

Even so, you are all I want

So let a thought lift your legs

And help you cross over

To live the experience

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015