To clear some things right
In our backyard and hearts
the emptiness of seas apart
could steal a tree of its height
this clammy agreement won't slip
though the services of our trip
seemed barred by scary cattles
and their nomads or bandits,
but your face of fine glasses sticks
like a setting of lights from candles,
we could settle Seven Demons’ fees
Just with a scented pour of greese,
the emptiness of seas will not part
our torn hearts not to join like art .


© Favour Ike