Simile

Huge and in comfort I stand,

Thoughts of amazement I brand,

The touch of her hand,

Fingers successively creating a strand,

Sentimental fills the strand,

And here I stand

Beneath lies the gutter,

In the likeness of a regular shutter,

I peep through to see what is under,

If I could take its rails assunder,

But my sight was not thunder,

It couldn’t shake off the gutter,

Joy I felt,

The rhythm I spelt,

My confidence I held out,

That under my weight,

The gutter could still hold and would not break,

And my dance I could take.

Rolling over for might,

My heart so it throbbed,

My smile so it slit,

My mind in a romantic freshness it swam,

The thought of peace

The feeling of Joy,

And the anticipation of hope

Aminute I look up and am under,

Not any other place but beneath the gutter,

Rays of light streamed through the shutters,

Little widows of my hopeless hope,

Dark within and bright between,

So lost and so frozen

Large I was and stood above,

Large I still am but I stand below,

Through the gutter I passed,

Reality of an impossible possibilty,

Smile or cry?

U still don’t and won’t have it.

Atleast that which you thought won’t shutter.

Nyonje