Your eyes glowed like petals
they caressed my soul
each time we sit at dusk
to behold the beauty of the fireflies
Your steps were gracious
they led to the doors of Kings
and to the hearts of Men
whose memories are inscribed as memorials
I still revisit the home of our childhood
to catch a glimpse of what’s left of us
playing and hopping in cascades
to cloud-cuckoo-land
Aderonke, am I just another breeze across your face
without imprint like water poured into a basket?
do you remember our songs
or do I rewind this tape of nostalgia?
Has saudade eaten up the meat of our memories?
For I have just bones to hold on to
Those which I will surely hold on to
till our paths cross again.
