Dear Amoakoaa

DEAR AMOAKOAA

Dear Amoakoaa,

after I piped my first tune 

for you on my lonely flute 

my lungs are swollen 

with air full of your fragrance

Who shall hear the song 

of a grieving heart

aside these fireflies 

wandering in the cold night?

I wish they could 

swarm into your heart with 

the gloomy glows 

they light in my face 

The cold night has 

brought me tears from 

the ruins of yesterday--

odour from the painful wound 

love inflicted on my heart 

I wish you could 

see this deep scar I harbour 

within me 

There are no more ears 

to hear my songs-

there are no more soft palms 

to dry my tears 

There's no longer 

a heart to bear with me my burden 

of sorrow and watch with 

me tomorrow's joy

Amoakoaa, 

will you dance to it 

if you I pipe you a tune 

from my longing heart?

(c) Sarpong Kumankoma 

06-01-2016

2245hrs 

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