Featured Poem: The Night Love Invaded

Featured Poem: The Night Love Invaded - by Martins Igbru

The Night Love Invaded

I hear those footfalls

on the floor marked only by footprints

of demons and the exiled muse and silence.

And your voice calling a name

I know is mine etched on the walls

that themes mama's

cradle songs gone silent

and the owls on the oak sings me

every nightfall till I grew

too bored counting stars.

My heart dances to your voice

like an adder to a snake charmer's pipe.

You walk fearlessly

tracing the broken pieces of my china heart

with the lens only love sees through..

A room locked by a million

waxen bolts

you only beamed to melt off.

With one more step before you

I break the suspense with a cry.

If ever you meet me in

this heart you venture

the beast I'm hiding like a caged songbird

that sings pain into gold.

Will you stay?

Would you walk through this

vale of sabre-toothed silhouettes

for my heart like a Knight Templar would

when in sight glitters the Holy Grail?

If ever you meet the fool I am

would you hiss away regretfully

on wasted time on a fruitless quest?

Would you curse me dead like the barren fig

When you stand hungry?

I am a butler of a headless king.

This Don Quixote living in the castle

in his head

stabbing shadows for blood that promises

an hour with the old familiar faces.

This soul obsessed

with reflections on the hideous face

of gloom.

I awake with limbs

too weak to tango with vices.

Too brave to hold the flaming torch

that leads to your heart ajar for the unworthy me.

- Martins Igbru

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