Dusk falls in, I stand again to glimpse the dwells of man,
Through the orifice as i always as thrice months before.
I dreamt of us again, walking the aisle together,
Though the aroma lingers around my dwelling.
I hold thy hand gently, embrace towards me,
With abundant of love.
I touch thy hair, as it dances with the breeze of August,
I cut through the darkness, so thy might see me.
Just within the clicks of time, i heard someone yelling,
Just to refresh me, holding a tomato and a corn.
Just then i woke from my dream, to cook and full the dummy of man.
Through all foolishness, I still wanna dream us again,
As love can touch the sky, that lingers down every mankind.
© Tekasangba walling