THIS WAITING

Clicks with flicks
On lawn at dawn
Born anger seems torn
Like a cool dress turned rag

II
The waving-swooning-moon
The sympathetic gazes of the tickly-giggly-stars
The tired-dozing night birds
Who are fighting sleep to catch this climax
Make me wish for wings

III
Like a cozy teddy bear
I have hugged you a million times
After our dramatically unrealistic dialogues
Loving your warmth
Like a cool cardigan in a freezing ice
Why does reality look stern?
Just like an overly disciplined head teacher
Holding a dismissal note
And facing a stubborn student

IV
I don’t like this center stage
Where cool air hover
Scattered clouds peep
Clear sky looks
At what pathetically shows
When the stage of my mind seems clear on its television
With a romantic make up
Tickling the only audience
My heart

V
Come through
If the dramas sync
Let words with boxing gloves
Be banished to bow
To grow a handshake
Which volcanos a hug
And a hug
Which tsunamis peace
To wave us to the shore of happiness
Far from the sea of chaos
These sharks of sleepless nights
Have no equals in chasing and haunting
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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