If only time throbbed in the heart of that snail <br />As it starts climbing that hill beyond the vale, <br />I would wait on this shore without pain <br />For two hundred years to see you again. <br />To see those eyes that, like stars, gleam <br />Those eyes I've only seen in a dream. <br /> <br />But time strolls with lightening, passing me by <br />Thus, I have only known you in a dream <br />That lasted for seconds, startling my eye. <br />'Twas two years ago, I saw you in a beam, <br />Looking outside, swinging that gate ajar. <br />But months later, you moved your fingers. <br /> <br />The motion of your fingers, translated with a scream <br />To a text message that ended the dream. <br />And if fate is that wicked mail man <br />That squeezed this poem into a trash can, <br />Just know - I'ld wait, if time killed its pace <br />For two thousand years, to see your face. <br />This time around, Not in a dream! <br />But drinking from love's calming stream.<br /><br />Warrith Olawale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-damilola/
