by Noel Ihebuzor
I dream in bright colours
of gold, silver, and all the colours of the rainbow
I dream of the fresh scent of the dry earth
in the kiss of the first rains
I dream in colours of children’s voices
of beautiful music painted in a kaleidoscope of colours
I dream of you
I desire souls that sing with the agility of nimble athletes
of serenades, where lion and goat,
goat and yam commune in bliss
I desired you
I dreamt my desires
and I desired my dreams
Dream and desires met
and as I savoured this meeting
in undreamt melodies
They parted; departed
Their meeting was so brief
but their memories are eternity
Is this parting for ever?
Will they never come together again ?
perhaps my sins,
perhaps my desires were wrong,
perhaps my dreams were done with eyes open
perhaps it was not your will
Beauty does not reside with sinners
pearls do not fit swines, nor furs the wretched …….
perhaps what I now suffer is thus meet –
an expiation for sins committed in the past
but unknown even to me.