The lonely ring (For Chisolum)

And the lost love refuses to die. 

On that cold night,

I stared long at your receding shadow,

 Long after the boat that took your heart 

Had sailed away.

I stared, glued for years,

 Oblivious of the coming and going 

Of the seasons.

Until the gray horizon

 Blotted out the sun and,

 You were welcome in his kingdom, his hands

 That are stiff and hard 

And able

 To wet your eyes.

Then, I was jolted 

By the weight of my overgrown beards,

 My muddy hair.

 I was jolted 

By the fire in my head, 

Bearing memories of you;

 youy eyes,

 Your laughter,

 Your aura,

 Your exhilarating beauty.

Now I'm back to the castle

 Where I rule as God,

 Over him,

 Over all;

Where I watch you serve 

At my table,

 Each time, draining my appetite, 

As you walk away

 From my gentle touch.

Yet, the nights have remained blue,

 The moon sighing, 

The stars unwilling to twinkle, 

To reminisce the memories we made.

 Me and you. 

Because, your refusal

Has drowned their enthusiasm,

 Their strength

 To laugh, 

To entertain the world.

Ugomma, 

The universe is standing still,

 Because of your refusal 

To open the door.

My soul is crying 

For your laughter, pure 

As virgin dew,

 your sublime company.

What will my sacrifice be?

I've thrust the sword, twice, 

Through my heart. 

I've burnt my purple ego black. 

I'm willing to give up my crown, 

Willing to leave the castle, to die.

Am willing to let go, 

My all. 

If only you'll let me see 

Your soul, 

If only, you'll let me oil 

Your black, black hair,

 Your smooth, florescent face. 

The ring is glowing in the chambers 

Of my heart. 

Who will wear it, Ugomma?

The ring is lonely.