Head in Clouds

I have fallen so hard my heart is still.
My lips refuse to move, to tell you
I've fallen in love with you.
Do you hear me?

Under the silent sky, glittering stars,
Down here, up there, you are somewhere.
My two eyes may never see yours
But I have fallen so hard,
Fallen in love with you.
Do you hear me?

I'll hum the hymn in your head.
And kiss you deeply on your forehead.
Tho these eyes turn to dust,
Your face will be kept in its lens.
I'm in love with you.

And I shall write you more of this
Long after we have met.

Can you hear me?

© Amu Mawutoh
15th April, 2016. 9:58pm

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