A Midnight Song Iv (A Sonnet) Poem by Rafael Yaw Kumi

My mind searches ceaselessly for my elusive guest;
My soul craves for an encore of her very best
Her proud presence may only be conjured by a melting pot of fantasy, fever, fondest feelings and frightful desire
She will bless me with her song which no ear has heard and no heart perceived
O! That midnight’s royal would strike the chords of love once more
O! That she would displace every fibre of muscle in my aching body and carve her music’s slave out of me
Though slumber deigns to steal the show
I am resigned to an overpowering presence to which sleep cannot hope to compare
The goddess of midnight has teased my spirit with three incantations
Now her wish is to enslave my soul with her fourth most endearing song;
A midnight’s adventure that culminates in a maddening chorus;
A twilight’s rhythm that makes mockery of restraint
My word! How is it that I endure such unbridled passion and not shatter into fragments of wasted members!
When her voice finally fades to nothing, I will cherish the pregnant echoes of her luring midnight song