A Horseman

A frolic welcome,
Three children of three houses;
Today, i have to be blamed.
Achilles could be seen coming from afar,
Like the horseman and his horse;
This grey spirit is yearning for my desire.

The slow worm climbs,
To twinkle from the rocks;
Beyond the uttermost bound of the human thought,
Like this grey spirit yearning for my desire.
Of common duties,
Of slaves in bondage;
I am part of all that i have met.

You are well loved to me like the fishing nets,
But roaming with a hungry heart all the time;
Much have i seen and known in this life like,
The horseman and his horse.
Today, i am blamed;
Of names and the climates around,
Of the people as well to share my love with.
Of love,
Let all those things be as they were before;
Of my pastr memories to share with you like,
A frolic welcome without amuse.
I never came begging for meself,
Revolving to many memories;
Where, a horeseman knows his horse very well.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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