by Robert Nyambaka
I feel myself astray
Enticed completely
By your ectopic play
My audience crystallized
Within your rare stare
How much, and I wish
To always be there
I see a vision
As virgin
Like the first notes of your harp
My feelings in emission
That loneliness gone
Love, restfully on your lap
Dear me, the silence
Deliver me from such despair
Afraid not
Come to me
Let we make a pair
From:
Robert Nyambaka
Copyright ©:
Robert Nyambaka
Last updated July 14, 2015