MORNING DEW....... (A DUET)..... By Okorie Emeka and Bamidele Lohlypop.... .....Introduction..... Dance, my western maiden to this song.. Curling at the moist peak of my tongue.. With your eyes adorned with sparkles rare and mild.. Wherein demure emotions doth hide.. For my heart is chaste and blemish free.. Embellished with crimson honey and tea.. This flavour be one rare to find.. When with summer, we left winter behind.. It is best to sing at night.. When the wind roars with a brazen might.. And birds encircle the olive tree.. With tunas dancing round the north pacific sea.. Morning dew, morning dew.. Come make my passions blue.. Beautify these misty thoughts once dry.. With enchanted flames from the sky.. ....emeka...... Clasp your feathers, pretty peacock.. As the heavens and earth interlock.. A mild romance blooming with desires.. Ornaments enflamed with furious fires.. Say me hello to the wandering sun.. Glowing a little at the peak of dawn.. As bakers knead flour into bread.. A crown of figs for my sagacious head.. Tell the noon breeze to softly whisper.. Paying no heed to natures eerie whimper.. Rather, listen to the drops of the falling dew.. Colouring the earth with flickers green and blue.. Morning dew, morning dew.. So these lies be indeed true.. For even weevils love to roam round the yam.. And slowly, slowly, inflict harm.. The flowers bloom with an aura obscure.. To their changing gleam, nature was unsure.. As i sought refuge behind their bouyant shade.. Alluring petals of primrose and jade.. Angels live to adore His name.. Him who bequeaths life and fame.. When blissful flames came falling over the moon.. Untold silence was birthed at the outset of noon.. Lets harken to His voice when He calls.. For Him, the morning dew falls.. Shadows chased to a land of no return.. Beneath the azoic islands of the sun.. Morning dew, morning dew.. Sweet your aura is, a scrumptious stew.. Relinquish my fears to your mirthful rain.. And make me whole, as a heavenly grain.. .....Bami.Lola ....... The orient sky shed from the bossom morn.. Beneath the limpid galaxy, where it was born.. The golden morn glittered green at the dawn of day.. Gray pastures submerged with the suns crispy ray.. The sun bloomed in swift decoy.. A lone labourer under heavens employ.. In meadows deep, did the fresh hay lie anew.. And roses turned white under the foggy dew.. The wind rushed to tame my tenacious grip.. By parts, it threatened to my soul rip.. Till i felt the morning dew upon my face... Atop the mountains peak, in that remembered place.. Morning dew, morning dew.. Take me to the stars will you?.. Shelter me in your arms, please do not relent.. Till to your will, my heart be bent.. How the purple flowers doth ignite.. Scarlet colours of the moonlight.. Gazing back upon the cloudless skies.. Scarce touching where hollow thought lies.. How the dew shines with a mournful delight.. Through the day and into the drenched night.. Radiating colours evergreen and serene.. Often and often till the sky turns golden.. Such did the sacred dew distill.. White and entire, though congealed and chill.. Congealed on earth but does dissolve and run.. Far into the glories of the mighty sun.. Morning dew, morning dew.. Lets play the tambourine for you.. Till again, you come to our daytime dream.. And enshroud us in your blissful stream... All Rights Reserved... Echt and Lola 2013....
Posted on: Fri, 06 Sep 2013 11:32:51 +0000
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