(cover photograph direction: Ene Ochayi)
Through dense mist, semi-settled and semi-adrift—
sedimentation of lorn sentiments
line the inner wall of my heart.
An imprint carries cracks
but does not pulverise and set me free.
Through the rarefied darkness of night—
set in a tone
more akin to remembrance of absence of light—
your face traverses such spaces
through a fine tapestry of memories.
Flowing toward me, like an apparition,
bereft of speech; first—an impression,
and then growing flesh of faith
into a robust nakedness
resplendent with life.
Layers of your face and language of your eyes
will collect me calmly someday
from a litter of despondency (I pray):
as your face gathers strength
through the years.