Like silent flowers in the moon's graveyard
perfected emotions have been hidden for so long.
Till but a part of you fell on these desolate lands,
truth were seen in pain and wisdom taught by fools.
 
Knowledge came in the guise of a godly smile
that grew wings on my sorrows
Dreams became plagued with wishes,
and wishes awash with dreams.
 
To have seen perfection created from my rib,
makes me feel like a god besieged with lonely shadows
Come fair heart,
I died thrice before dawn to relinquish my spirit of betrayal
Do not fear my silence,
for only in my stillness do I hide my tears
And I will kiss the blade of loyalty,
to keep undefiled, these moments and these years.

© Biola Lawal, June 2003