PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Ugonna Wachuku   

When simple souls dance
with gods on mountain
tops, only eagles will
watch this spectacle!

When lovers walk through
moonlit gardens of
yesterday and today,
some of us will watch
in the valley and from
flower beds; and trees.

The air is thick with
sweet scent from country
earth and roasting corn.

Maidens and birds are
waiting for our last
dance:

Remember, when you hear
drum beats from the land;
when echoing rhythms meet
you in the village, at the
crossroad - where seven
mud huts meet, you must
come to me because in
your enfolding arms,
we shall do the last
dance.

We shall plant new seeds
of love on green country
sides and welcoming gardens
of home where beautifully
ripe orange trees rise to
kiss luring avacado pears.

We shall do this last
dance for humanity's
renewal:

This last dance in your
loving arms shall tell
a simple story of love,
hope and riddles -
a moving story for you
and for me - a stirring
ballad for women and men
who will dare to love.

So, remember, when echoing
drumbeats meet you in the
village, at the crossroad
where seven mud huts meet,
you must come to me for
our last dance:

Yearningly,

I will
humbly

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