Emmanuel Idem

I. Sunlight The drowsy dew yet to be delivered to sleepReflects the brilliance of it blue-y companionUpon sweaty greens,The wind whistles through quarrelling stalksSilence serene soundly shatteredBy soulful choruses;Three winged beings, of vague originsRecline on a startled stalkChirping irrelevancies in some long forgotten tongueUnder my windowsill, Right under my windowsill,And yours trulyGives pulse to paper.…