A Divide Of Tree And Wood Poem by Chima Ononogbu

I thought it was a moonlight fable
that flew into my ears in a dreary disguise,
but a reality I scarcely could bear;
too much a pain to drink.

My little sister is gone;
gone, in the way of my father, my mother, too.
In the light of the day,
Beyond the plains of sight.

The great beyond, in the depth of the unknown tucked;
far above the shimmer of winter's sun.
She was barely at the earliest of her mornings,
right at the exuberance pitch!

Like a tree branch cut down from aerial glory,
like a weightless leave swept down the oblivion slopping.
Oh, how I have despised it;
hated the gust of wind that ushered it in,

And, of course, at the mists from which it drank frowned.
But could it be brought against them a charge?
Are their hands drenched in scarlet waters
that carry the vessels of wind?

I could have vowed it was a moonlight fable,
but in a twinkling the grammar turned on me.
Then, the anxious ground gazed emptily....my frozen eyes.
It was true: she was scooped off the earth's surface.

In this divide of tree and wood,
cast it a mournful thud the heart wrenched.
But where really lies the strength of life?
Gullible to even the puff of death.

Its bravery a slumbering warrior,
In season of rainbow gathers a sea to a merry;
unlike its days of gloom - -
forth comes swills of frozen laughter.

Oh, life is a con, not a friend to a friend!
Oft astride two-headed horse of the great unknown.
Alas, it is a whiff of air to endure but a time;
shining as the wavy smiles of the deep.

This is a literature of pain,
yet shall I but not cage joy, neither not hope,
rather leave lamentation to its own device,
mourning, exiled to the wasteland of the hopeless;
and away sheathe my blades of tears,
then calmly sit

on the mountain of our past overlooking
the glistening waters and lush greens we danced,
in which our heads were feathers of gold,
illuminating the air with innocence of our sheen.

In this mirror again I shall see my sister,
in fullness of life and vigor to tread.
Until that day, when our embrace shall ever endure,
in the chancel of The Infinite.