THE ONE

Groupies gave you pleasure, but
Did not make you happy –
Only lonesomeness explained why
Too many moons kill the night
Too many moons spoil the dark

Pluck your moons one by one
From the autumn of imagination
One by one, let them rise
One by one, let them pass

In the absence of one
I had them all, but in truth
I walked with none
Talked with none, loved none
And the night was dark as day

And the night called a new moon
And night after night she grew
More and more beautiful as she
Slowly came, slowly stayed, slowly passed…

– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.