MISS LADY RAINBOW

I call her Miss Lady Rainbow,

She was colorfully dressed like a rainbow,

Whose hill shoes I watched dancing to her footsteps,

On that tarmac that was lonely and turned black,

As she sighed of the chill in the rain,

That zephyr enliven the shrub across the road,

Seeming to rejoice the tune; dancing as well.

Imagine;

She raised her head up to the heaven,

And smiled as if in a sacred communion,

I saw that dark curtain of clouds rolled up,

And the heaven showered her with ice pellets,

That fell on her like pieces of diamonds,

As she walked, no car interrupted the session.

Believe me;

I had no choice but to be carried away,

As she strolled through a wide alley,

I saw her bent to the ground by the road,

She gave the decrepit old man a Naira note,

And swiftly like the air at the tail of veil,

She raised up and moved faster than I thought,

As I doubled my steps in longer strides,

Only to lost her in the dust of my dream.