Okin
Hers is the
kind of beauty that sings of bliss
The kind of
perfection that lures to sleep
Lingering
on a face that illuminates with a smile
A smile
that threatens the night crescent
I have seen
her lovely face only once
In a
pleasant dream I once was
I have
gazed into her heavenly eyes just once
And therein
a sentences and words unspoken
Dancing in
tango with a stare undefined, untamed
Endless
pleasure it said without feelings
Hopeless
treasure I felt without speaking
She is my Okin,
my queen of subtle beauty
Nature’s
magic magnet for the wondering eyes
She carries
on her ebony skin the colours of rainbow
With eyes
the colour of rose petals
An accurate
reflection of dawn’s orange light
Her teeth
sparkles like diamonds in a chest of gold
Glitters like
stars in the charms of midnight
I have
heard her speak only once
With a
voice that undulates in the winds like angel’s hymns
Like sonorous
crows that wakes China’s dead emperors
And unbinds
the mummified pharaohs of Egyptian crypts
I have
heard her speak only once
And words
like winds hugs my heart in the warmest embrace
She walks
like the clever queen from fore-bearers tales
She
swaggers with the grace of Juno’s bird
On a stroll
along the Olympian quarters of Roman streets
She sleeps
with the moon but rises with the sun
She is an
apricot in the warm breeze of dawn
And a
bright star when the sun stumbles away
Hers is the
kind of elegance that writes of love
The kind of
excellence that keeps men in line
Hers is the
kind of bird of the finest nests
The kind of
idol trapped in flashes of human camera
Hers is the
kind of beauty that prays in the dark
That the
journeying sun never breaks our suspense
TALHA
OLA YUSUF
MASS COMM
, 200L32
