JEFFREY MANE FEBI

An entry in The Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry

From my sure grasp you slip
To a mansion of many a plot
Go ye to find your sleep
Therein I too have a private fort
We would've strolled there together
Like a bird, in your warmth I'd be singing
Across lavender fields cuddling in weather
Then to our tunes we'd be dancing
But flutter on my own in a whirlwind?
Oh long it'd be before you caught up
Even after we grew feathers in the wind?
And when is the distant day my wait shall erupt
We'd sing again long forgotten song in new dawn
I know my wait would've been finally done