Scillia (For Priscillia Ugwu) Poem by Babatunde Idowu Ebenezer

I promised to write you a poem on Friday,
But the gale of life blew away my pen,
So I decided to pen one for you on Saturday,
And then I lost my muse to someone else,
Sunday came visiting me in pains and agony,
But through all the fears and tears,
I took my pad to write you a song.
It matters not whether it takes a day,
Or it takes months to write for you,
It matters not whether it is a poem,
Or it is the lyrics to a song,
All that matters is that I write for you.

I asked the sun what I should write,
About someone as intriguing as you are,
She said your name means 'Ancient',
And that you are one fearless amazon,
Of course the sun knows how to describe a sun.
On my way home I called on Saturn,
To tell me more about a planet called Priscillia,
She said you are passionate and intuitive,
But you are a lifer with the dude you fall for.
It matters not whether it is a poem,
Or it is the lyrics to a song,
All that matters is that I write for you.

Oh that I should say something about you,
Those angelic eyes that enchant
Even the most arrogant of princes.
That elegant majestically swaying hip,
Together with your captivating gait.
Oh that I should be able to write something
Of those whitish white teeth of yours
That sparkle and emit brilliant rays
Upon the parting of your succulent lips in smile.
It matters not whether it takes a day,
Or it takes a month to write for you,
All that matters is that I write for you.

Oh that I should see you in my dreams tonight,
In that silky white robe confessors wear,
And carry me upon your strong wide wings,
To transport me over the seas of fire,
And across the twenty one burning oceans,
To the land where tear is alien and pain is unknown.
Oh that I should inhale your aura of pureness,
To feel the warm glowing of your purple heart,
And catch the radiating essence of your kindness.
It matters not whether it is a poem,
Or it is the lyrics to a song,
All that matters is that I write for you.

Oh it matters not whether it takes a day,
Or it takes a month to write for you,
All that matters is that I write for you.
Will you teach me to be compassionate like you Scillia?
Will you hold my head and breathe into my nostrils
And transfer into me your lovingkindness Scillia?
Will you swirl around in your goddess' apparels
So I could catch your aura of romance Scillia?
Will you carry me in your tender hands
And toss me high over the seven red mountains
So I could be free of this messy world Scillia?
Oh that I could write for you dear Scillia!