He promised me the stars
And delivered the night
A beam of dazzling dream
That vanished from sight.
In his words, galaxies spun
filling my heart with light
But reality draped shadows,
Certainly void of delight.

He painted visions of a future
A future so clear and bright,
Yet left me in darkness
With no beacon in sight.
His promises were constellations, Beautifully shimmering high,
But his actions were clouds
Clouds that covered the sky.

He spoke of forever
Of love's endless flight,
But gave me the coldness
Of the loneliest night.
His words were a firework
A brief, blinding spark,
But they faded to nothing
Left me lost in the dark.

In the contrast of his promises
Versus what was delivered,
I found the truth in the silence
In the heart that quivered.
Careful not start a sparkless
Candle I'm afraid won't light.

© Be Kisambi