OF LONELINESS

OF LONELINESS It is not only when I am aloneThat I feel the cold hand of desertionLoneliness gnaws at me all the timeWhen love is not returned, my feelingsLike water on back of a fowlPoured out without a receptacle After the clattering noises of childrenYoung boys and girls find their nestsThe babbling crowd was only an illusionThe rumbling thunders roar the returnOf dry season and cold harmattan windI sat under the eve listening to the songs Choral camp fire that once lit the night skyIs reduced to a heap of ash and charcoalLike the stars above, by night twinklingIn silent distance, when I close my eyesGenerations of faceless men gone byTestify to the aloneness in the graves My inability to find you is enforcedBy the absence of depth in darknessTell me by the coded secret signsWill the bird return to build her nestWhen the trees bloom, wet with rainsAnd the sun shines upon the greens