Where is the light that shone in you?
Where are the men adoring you?
Where,s your palace your kingdom crowns
Awe of the auburn smelling gowns

Where are your moons,suns and stars
Feasts of the fire ,angel cakes?
Where is your beauty nothing flawed
Hopes of desire,love you hired?
And where is your red,pink and green?
Where are your colours steaming clean?

Think you have lost it somehow somewhere
In battle of the knights high and fair
Seems you have bled under the arms
Of thundering sceneries,wistful alarms

Seems on the road you tripped bit hard
Harder than diamonds ,stones and lord
I see you are quiet as owl confound
When in storms of night,nothing,s found

And where on the earth,you make your day?
Where on this planet you ever stay?
Do you wear cloak of venom black?
Or somewhere lay in damned motel?

Hope my friend you,ll read my poem
For all postmans have trashed the letters
Once i wrote with calm growing
But peace is threatened ,wrath,s rowing

Now listen to me,dont tell no one
The secrets are leaked befour you breathe
Keepers and keys gates are shut
Fear,s raging, darkness breeds

Rains are raining in gumbat,s streets
Souls are looming meaning death
Castles cupboards houses locked
Spirits and spectres holler stealth

Shhh..shhh..they,ll hear you
Once you put your feet outside
Hands are red,chunks of heads
Mouths are dry,still no bread

Queer is the man we watch on tv
When lanterns are out deep at one
Folks all around are feeling guilty
Cos judges and courts are high on run

Town is grey covered in sully
Extending far funerals process
Malign sinister forces paint
Shades of graveyards,eery lane

People are dying night and day
Crows of cowards hide away
Alone at 12,when raucous faces
Jiggle smile laugh this way

So where are you,the one my mate
Who,s flown away to good places
Dont think i,m deaf,they do debate
On your new version,rubbish faces

A friend in need is a friend indeed
Thought we were givers,thought we were lovers
The pearls fall down bead by bead
For you now belong to sunny summers

Leave that aside,not too late to mend
We,ll meet one day in same town again
When winters are out,springs ascend
With pamplets of sorry you will come then

But all pretty light ,s so off in you
Gone is the light once shone in you!

_umaima




































© the light that was tired