MIDMORN' DREAM

MID MORN DREAM
My reflection is a statue
In your heart covered
By a silver smoke of an
Undying dream---

The dream that yesterday was
A little mound has suffered
A volcano eruption
Now a mighty mountain

A statue
Motionless in emotions
Alive in love
Anchored in hope
With eyes stuck to the roses
Nurtured in your heart

A statue frozen
By the ice of your love---

No wind can pull it down
No stream can erode it's ground
Forever firm with
The passing of time

Shine your sunlit eyes on me
Empty on me
the honey in your voice box.

If the cost of your precious love
Is of no charge
Let me pluck the roses in your heart

©Sarpong Kumankoma
March 2015