Poetry

December 15, 2015 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Onawale Femi Simeon

 

 

LOVE ME NOW, WILL YOU?

 

On that day you shall stretch forth your hand: so that I May reach to meet you and I will receive it no more.

 

    For such purpose has been displaced

    And the essence is without

 

     And when ye seek my face for thy sight,when ye findeth it

     It shall not be that which ye desireth. For ye have not being of me truly.

 

     Withhold thy tidings to thy self, for they are not favourable unto me

     Let your feet be wanting from my abode and thine knocking seize on my door

 

     And I shall say unto you “then which I hath no penny and my hair void of olive, my sole of sandal, my jar of wine” and neither was there a sign of cooking nor sound of celebration and was bereft of fortune

 

     And my abode was heavily grave as a sepulchre. Thus saith unto another “He is not of us.” And thy countenance upon me was as of a stranger.

 

     But now when success bears my name and Solomon my companion, whose table do I daily wine and dine.

     For larger than any is my coast.

 

     Thou seeth me in the street and saith “Behold, our brother.”

 

     And if the lord put thine Mercy into my heart, I might call

     thee- herds of foes, to have a feast with me.

 

 

    For it is truly thee that made my determination and my mounting to this height a reality.

 

    So will you love me now,when it is yet my glittering Latter.

    So I may love you then, when it all will Matter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Onawale Femi Simeon

Onawale Femi Simeon is a Nigerian writer with an unquenchable passion for short fiction and poetry.

 

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