Hellen

In a night like this my mind had concluded
That this journey like many lacked any depths
I felt the shift as the weight of a stranger invaded
Dismissing it, my eyes closed in silent seethes
Slowly counting numbers n my head
My life, me, hear alone in world full of thoughts
It must have been then when I heard
A sweet voice, creeping me from my court

She must have smiled or I wouldn’t’ have noticed
Though her voice still vibrated into my ears
It must have been that spot, and I promise
I am not old but in all my years
This moment must have come a moment too soon
Our conversation started with a comma and a full stop
It was like umm and ahhh but not so…on.

Let me open my heart to you now, and please am bleeding
Not of blood but of all that which I didn’t say that day
Before I spoke to her, I really was shaken, and I am not misleading
It’s as if I asked myself, what will she say?
Did she know all the feelings running through my blood?
Yet at the end we did speak, and such a conversation it must have been
She captivated me, like a storyteller to a lad
By the end of it all I was on my knee

With a ring on my finger, I still walk with her
Sometimes it itches and I still talk to her
In the night in my bed am still thinking of her
In the sunshine light’s and still I can see her
In the laughter’s, and they are many I find it’s because of her
In my smiles and in my thoughts am always with her
When I blush because of a touch it just might be her
Hellen, yeah that’s her

If I was to cry love I might be called crazy
You are married! The society will indeed crucify me
But can a heart be lazy?
When my head lie on her knee
And almost it’s as if I can forget myself for this moment
When her hands traces themselves across my palm
My hearts craves her, its then I know to me she isn’t just an ornament
Neither do I want her to take me as an s’daddy that only brings alms

I am resigned to my fate
For there is so much I can’t change
And so if you ever see a shadow in my eyes it’s not hate
It might be my thoughts that I have to cage
And so if we talk and you ask about the one who got away
And I look at you in a studious gaze
Don’t insist, because that’s is my way
Of showing you, who is burning me to raze.

I started with a journey, indeed I must complete it
So I have told you her name, if you’ve forgotten its Hellen
Before I alight to my destination, didn’t I tell you she is my neighbor?
Whaaaaaat? Yeah that’s her, she is afraid of hot water and villain
She is a romantic and yet I can’t romance her
She likes the beginning, I like the end, indeed we are at a conflict
She is genuine and that’s what I like about her
Maybe we can meet in the middle for each of us to find that lift