POETRY: The Proposal By: Sani Mubaraq

Upon her is a dignified apparel of demureness
In it she has chosen to be enswathed, till the last hour I suppose 
Such that spells a peak of conformity 
 And Lo! Here comes a cloudburst, from the vacuum 
Storming her world with wind and rain of beatitude 
What more can be envisaged? On the face is a beauty to behold  
Call it a gem, call it a light, better I say a diamond 
These qualities are as beauteous as her form 
And the flame now abide by the fair part, not tearing the woven fiber enclosing the chest 

A tour to the old, our fathers we shall seek 
To protect the tides  and unlearn not the fountain 
The Genesis from whom we rise,
Their panegyrics only we anticipate, 
From the mouths that have tasted "kola"
For they shall Chant "Go ahead, go and grasp the world, but hold heaven as a wild and sacred flower".
Their say, free of tonguing, could drive us greatly and apace to the wonderland 
Not shall we receive a curse from the skies,  I fear to displease the Throne's owner 
Then we shall dive deep, in this immense sea of fair 
 Passionate only for the deep entrails of our soul.

Deal done, move swiftly and pray come
Here shall you come, to be welcomed with merriments. 
Bring closer to me the carcass of beauty 
I want a thing placed on my lips  when eventually we are of the soul 
Flowers of love in bloom 
Let it not cut across the pond, let it not panic the soul, that only a game I care.
For the soul has taken a flight from deceit 
Peril they say it brings, a failure to the mind.
 Could it be White heat? The flame over me hath power 
Love lacked a dwelling and made her a lair
To be saved, to take a breath of life 
We are of a soul, the soul is a river 
Mortal is our body, timeless souls
 and boundless  minds 

Can this be a surfeit of passion 
In the fire, nothing could be so cold 
Nothing do us even if it burns violently 
Now shall I fortify thou Visage from the sun, even from the face of the world 
Not a thing of solo, only I have the right to behold 
and not for one to steal a glance 
Let's be afraid not of our stay, morrow will shine 
The dance of the future shall be born to us 

SAM
©PEN.