Poem Hunter
Poems
Lost
(1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Lost

tonight, our love like the setting sun
slips away like a shadow behind the grooves
like a pencil of smoke it enters the thin air
till it fades like the indigo cloth with time
and now, like footprints in the sand, it is gone
washed away with the tides of time
never to be remembered by maidens
doing the bridal dance on village lanes

I believe angels cry
when soul mates part
and the tears that fall are like the rain
that drain the ugliness in the weary souls of travelers

tonight I weave you a wreath of love
of a long leave love for your long live soul
and give you this lit torch
to light your allays, to warm your chambers
I give you this torch
in remembrance of the love you smoldered into ashes
spendthrift its sentiments of oneness
baked its soul in a fiery furnace of feelings
and sunk into the abyss its broken heart

maybe, you’ll take its powdery passion into the Ganges
where we wish dead souls a long goodnight

tonight I weave for you a wreath of love
of a long leave love for your long live soul
and give you this lit candle
to light your way, to warm your heart
in remembrance of the love you smoldering
into ashes

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