The last embers by Dennis Okyere Brako
The soul of
the dwindling fires cries
Whiles I
shiver, at the cold winter’s bites
No fumes
from the dying embers rises!
A dirge I’m left
to sing, as the last fires dies!
I hear the unnerving
wailing, as the last soldier falls
Poor young widows;
the last tear drops!
Warmth turns
cold; the bedside clears!
Love turns
memories of long lasting bareness!
Where are
the wreaths, for the valiant the mothers’ gave?
Lost
wandering souls, tossed by every wave
No lilies
grows on the lost soldier’s grave
No monuments
stands, for the heroes of oceans brave!
For my drop
I wildly search, in the entire oceans deeps’
Like a droplet,
I lose myself in the large ocean’s waves
My broken tulip
bows, in the storms of nature’s blitz
The dark
rains showers, dousing the last embers!
