THE SUN CALLED LOVE.

By Brian Nzomo.

I

Our spirits merged on the very first day,
In her eyes I saw the vessel of my bliss,
In her voice I drowned in the fullness of her grace,
A foreboding of the end of my dismay
Her presence was made clearer to me that night,
And my heart budded in fear and wariness,
Bloomed at the beams of her blinding light
And like the tassel of maize
My love, my poetry, my deepest expression,
Hang out, Petals blossomed wide,
For the world to see the intensity of love
Love that she brood
This fire stoked in my heart,
She herself stacked the woods with skill,
And the charm of her existence,
Struck the match
Even at the frigidness of the hearth that was my soul
That fire she lit still sheltered till now,
Never to die out to ember
Forever it shall burn
For her love and pulchritude,
Fuels it to infinity…
Not even the dampness of days
Not even the dissipation of time
Dying wood, bloating rancor and frailing dime
Will swamp up the simmer of my passions for her
Not even death will quench it in its emptiness
For once love is inscribed on two hearts,
Even at the face of grim nothingness
Infinity even in illusion, reigns as it is the core of love

II

Jessica and I are fledgling birds in these skies
Forever flying together eyes set on eternity
Hoping to never see the setting of this sun
For this sun called love
Is too beautiful and bright
For us to ever wish it drown…

Brian Nzomo is a second year student at the Kenyatta university studying Journalism and communication. Contact him via e-mail: bryonzoms505@gmail.com