- This is the 2nd poem I’ve edited and contributed to for my man Aston Kamunde @AstonKamunde on WordPress.
- My contributions are italicized
I longed to hush my sleepless nights
from the darkly depths of resentment
that torn and bruised my soul
and left me standing alone.
For many days and months
I felt numb and desolate
not even the sun’s distillery
could save me from my misery
by the close of day
the eastern winds whispered gently
even though gentle touch had lost its meaning.
They spoke of my home
reminding of sunlight on my skin
and of the magic of autumn weather
where flowers scatter in poise and glamour.
The same winds knew
how long I cried in the cold
those days should burn and die
and pave way for my hidden smile to appreciate greener days
Dreaming without end
Warming up to a new scenario
At my home
the sounds of leaves
and the songs of birds
now bring me back to life