Where you left, your traces never fade.
You may come and go like the lightening,
But the night shall never be the same again
She has known light and would strive evermore
To achieve that deem faded past
That made her life worthwhile.
But that, she may never actualize
So shall she always toil,
Striving to achieve that which is unattainable.
The stars making her weep all the more,
The moon only making her see blue.
That sudden stroke, fiercer far than the sun
Making our efforts seem fruitless
And our hopes beyond our grasp.
Yet time will, and always heals,
But then comes another lightening
And the wound is fresh again.
Or the moon, and we realize
That there is something lacking,
Something we’ve never been able to grasp
– – The essence of Chiney.
© Anuforo Kingsley A.
