Through Her Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

A yellow
beam from the sinking sun
slanted in through the window
and fell across the pillow.
He shut his eyes.
The sun on his face
and the girl's smooth body
touching his own gave him
a strong, sleepy, confident feeling.
He was safe,
everything was all right.
He fell asleep murmuring
‘Sanity is not statistical, '
with the feeling that this remark
contained in it a profound wisdom.

When he woke
it was with the sensation
of having slept
for a long time,
but a glance at the
old-fashioned clock told
him that it was only twenty minutes
He lay dozing for a while;

The presence of a woman
Was not a hopeless fancy
It doesn't pass like an April day
But a look at her figure
Her perfect beauty
The dreams they stirred
She stole my heart away.

They say that time was all thing
They said you can always forget
But the smiles and the tears
Across the years
They twist my heart strings yet.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, Rabboni