There Was, There Is

A poem

You sometimes think The here? The how? A beam of forever Now Is who you are

No need for longing As that bright echo That sails like A pandemonium of parakeets Is all the beauty one can see

Yet, whether nurtured Through thick spores Of autumn red generation dust Or raised by angel guardians Truth protectors Free of blood connection

You are related To the earth bosom Moments forever gone But the clapping air remains Spiritual decadence Explodes in your every move

Your now and the quiet revolution Of how you came to be Bursting with unlimited spoilt calm Sounds of housed stillness Treasures resting Oh! So much to give

So rise you will Mirrored by gliding purpose Fragmented lilies Claiming the very you Chosen to float Beyond the charcoal lemon sand

George Odarquaye Lamptey