CANDELA!

CANDELA!

Josephat S. Hema

That cool guy,

Who never spoke a thing,

He used to look outside the window,

All days long,

Staring at something I never knew,

For a year at least, writing something,

He left silently,

With this piece back,

Guess it’s for you, Lady.

He used to call you CANDELA,

What a strange sweet name!

Whose meaning I don’t know,

And here the piece reads; 

"Look at me,Pretty little face,

Talk to me, with your calm voice,

Whisper to me, I will hear in silence,

Look at me; just take a glance,

I want to see, the light on your face,

It is to me, such a great masterpiece,

Strength to me, it has become a source.

Walk with me, to the eternal place,

Young with me, till we do senescence,

Will always feel, such a young Reverence,

Dream of me, crowned my Princess,

Instill me, all your best solace.

Love me; you are just the best,

Cry with me, you be my confidence,

Back I will, forever ever-since,

Holding still, with all diligence,

Wait and see, my faithful durance,

Letting it be, a very sure promise”

                                                           -Day dreamer