- Dewy, I’m due for the dew
My tears are not a few
Like rainfall, but the flakes of rain
The cold glass feels my flaw
Dewily, I cover the meteors
The meteors has fallen… despised it is
… Can they trip over dirt-clothed diamonds?
Can their desire be of cheep treasures?
No… No… No,
The dew has to rise….
I know how I put out to sea
In many horrific love-hive ship.
Day and night
I gnash my teeth,
My fifth finger lick is nothing but never.
Now that my meteors is rising
Those who never bid him courage
Thumbs him high
Ay! They even
Dream of handcuffing him to coax.
Dewy, the dew sleeps on leaves
Like the smartest ostrich on sandy plains
I’m more innocent than the white sheep
Outshining gold-diggers on an enormous trip.
Dewily, I’m the moist in the sky
My former haters… willing to try
Cause I can’t be reach
I loss not even an inch.
The True Poesy
written by Onyeche Vincent Onyeka