JOURNEY

My Dear, 

 I hear
 There is no shortcut 
To your heart...

I'm willing 
To take the long road 
You have built 


But do this 
For my journey's sake

Let there be 
Warm hands of welcome 
When I arrive 
Joyful tears to refresh 
My hurt-stricken soul 
Soft heart to caress
 My lowly spirits 
To a love-high life

Before I resume 
My role as your heart-throb

Let there be 
A lighted room 
A pruned lawn 
A table of white sheets 
Beautifully made
A flowing pen 
A prepared place 
For me in your heart of hearts
I will do the rest...

Anyanya Bassey!