moon

DEMYSTIFICATION

~ Che ~ 2 Comments

I did not want to talk to her.
It was enough, this distance
Was a canvas on which I could
Her Beauty admire, enjoy my desire
In its state of perfection
But, oh!, I spoke to her. She broke
The mirror in which I admired the reflection
Of my perfect her.

Who is this shell
Talking to, touching, lying beside me?
Falling fast like a rock that
Was lifted too high for its own good.
The moon is beautiful
Only from afar.
Before you demystify her, stop
And take one last look at what you’re about to lose.

– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.

A DEEP AWESOME SILENT MOON

~ Che ~ 7 Comments

This night’s moon
Is wet and red
Pensive, heavy
Soaked in a silent mystery
And a bloody cry as of hunting wolves
Unheard of and staining
The blue-black canvas of the tree-dotted nightscape

She struggles
This fascinating moon
To lift herself above the palms
And jab
Our consciousness
With wishes from the embers
Of the invisible weavings of life

The faithfulness
Of the ever-returning moon…
Soon the tree-tops
Who now stare levelly at the moon
Will also have to raise their eyes up
If they want to see
Her face…

O lovely awesome red moon
Rising above the palm trees
Ascending again
Sink like the silence of peace
Deep into my breast.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

PRAYER AT DAWN

~ Che ~ 3 Comments

A slice of moon for breakfast
A dotted star and tea
A blue-grey sky that will not last
For soon the sun will be

The slice of moon is smiling
And as it smiles it fades
The words are dilly-dallying
And my pen hesitates

By what premise did I now
Presume myself a man
And yet I promise, nay I vow
To serve the Son of Man

The slice of moon has disappeared
Did I just say a prayer?
I long to touch lives, that be shared
The music in my ear.

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.