A Call and a Departure
When the time calls,
Beauty fades and falls.
An end to life and strife,
Hope is lost in the mist.
Why should I still swim in grief?
Isn’t it high time I understood that life is brittle and brief?
It’s easier said than done,
When the stars haven’t given up their allure,
And the tree hasn’t fallen from grace.
For decades, I have been sailing on a turbulent sea.
Sometimes I wished the night would open its door to me,
But at night my soul leaves its chamber,
And arrives at dawn so that I can be privileged to write this.
Shouldn’t I call it a blessing?
A sage once said that life is a strange forest,
Where the rarest and dearest abide,
The untold and the bold,
The mysteries and the obvious,
Living in a harmony of complexities.
When time shuts the door,
The soul desires nothing more;
It’s on the pathway to Zion’s gate,
Where redemption awaits to embrace.
The Echo Returns Not
The echo returns not,
No one seems to hear my heart cry,
I’m alone in a devoid state,
I wonder if it’s all part of fate.
The echo returns not,
The songs of redemption that we sing,
Come from troubled and despondent souls,
We wonder when we will reach our goals.
The echo returns not,
It’s somewhere interfered in time,
We labour from daylight to twilight,
Only to walk in dimmed lamplight.
The echo returns not,
The threads cannot be woven,
We don’t stand with one voice,
Complacency is the majority’s choice.
The echo returns not,
The moon reflects on sad faces,
Hope is lost in the mist,
As we sit at a gloomy feast.
To Be There
Take me to a place where love learns no more,
Take me to a place where I have absorbed all there is to know about love and can truly soar,
Take me to a place where I become the light that pierces the night,
Take me to a place where love heals my hidden wounds.
I was told of a place where love encompasses everything and provides the answers,
Yet I am still not at that elevated height,
I was informed of a time when love will become a tranquil sea,
But I am still caught in my turbulence.
Take me out of the darkness that follows the dawn,
Take me out of the mystery that has merged with my being,
Take me out of the enigma that journeys with me,
Take me out of the strangeness that calls upon the uncanny.
My prayer is the silence of my devotion,
My quest is a journey into the depths of the unknown,
My heart cries out for the perpetuity of redemption,
My pursuit is to understand how my mother summons the elements and soars on their wings.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time on creative writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. His work can be seen in Poetry Potion, Poetry Soup, Visual Verse, Written Tales magazine, Writer Space African magazine, Spillwords, Borderless Journal and elsewhere. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
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