as the night is beautiful with blue stars,
and its beauty is in its emptiness —
as its emptiness vanishes renew,
so is thine heart to mine, my beloved.
as the sun is high in a yellow sky,
and it glows with the acme on its face —
even the earth is jealous of its yellow,
such is it doing me, my beloved.
the stream flows on the mountain and valley
and the winds beat a withering flower
yet thin rains come to freshen its thick vein;
so so are you to me, my beloved.
the sky is in thy eye, and soft humming
chirps in thy voice. and if i'm to live once
again, i'll be the blood in your vein. for,
oh, such are you to me, my beloved.
your beauty is the sun before my eye
and thy voice is the shrill whistle's whisper.
if i'll be anything, i'll be the beauty
of thy flicker'ng eyelids — protecting you.
Akinwale Peace Akindayo