The breeze stirred the yellow leaves
And the birds that sang all day long
Curled upon themselves and sang not
As the shadows rose higher and higher
And the light barely creeped away.
The dust of sorrow reddened my eyes
And the comforting person of hope
That clinged affectionately to me
Also took a train of flight
As she spread her skirt of pink in goodbye.
There is a warm and golden feeling
That fills the soul and spirit
When the heart is merry
And the face is not cracked up
By thoughts flying freely in mind's lofty hill.
The vigil I yearned for
Like a hungry man
Became my greatest enemy
So I lumbered in the opposite direction,
My head down, not looking back.
I looked for the sweet summer sight of the sun
And the silver silent smile of the moon
I searched and searched
Until every part of my mortal body
Was drenched in sweat, Aye! I panted!
And in my distress,
I remembered the visage of joy—
A glimpse of undreamt mysteries,
When you see her in the morning,
Her cascading figure sheds light
Of spring's deep green and summer's gold
And if you cross her path in the night,
Her arresting figure sheds light
Of authum's brown and winter's startling blue.
When I looked up from my mourning,
And saw joy coming closer,
Her hands open and inviting,
I wept in joy and sang—
O Joy! My dearest friend
Whose light clothes and mends—
I missed your scattering light,
Scattering light to make me wise,
Scattering light to make me smile,
Scattering light to make me laugh,
'Come O come and never leave!' I cried.
© Okunola Peace.
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