Its yet another dawn,

That the sun rays are caressing her

Its yet another dawn,

That she still wishes

It was Ray who did!

Its yet another Sunday,

That she still hears his vague voice

Every time when his soul whispers,

She still listens to his faint sighs

Every day when night draws nigh,

That reminded her of their sindays

When Ray kissed her more than the sun!

But Ray died!

And her tears had dried

Why then,

Did her heart hurt more and more?

Her tears had already dried

Why then,

Did her heart hurt more and more?

She lives to regret why,

She broke their fervent fonds

She lives to regret why,

She broke their bound bonds

With her toungue

Her toungue that broke his bones!

How his last words were

"I couldn’t carry..

I couldn’t carry

The weight of your words!

I only have two hands..

And one frail

Failing heart!"

She lives to regret why,

She couldn't tell him to wait

To wait for her soul too to fade,

To wait for her breathe to abate

So that they would go together,

And find a life in their afterlife!

How she wished for him to say

"Let's go,Twende!"

But it was too late,

And Le Monde had snatched him

And took him to a better state,

And took him to a better fate

Where he never heard her words!

She regrets everything she was to him,
But wasn't it too late

To say "Nisamehe!"

©Simbiray

Poet of poerotica