The Moon That Was Never Mine

​I know we will never be together.

But let me speak,

while dejection embraces me.

​In a sky crowded with stars,

You are still my moon.

​Among the billions of faces,

It is your eyes I long for.

​I long for your soothing touch-

Softer than the fine weave of Kente.

​In the great sands of the Sahara,

You are the oasis I can't find.

I yearn for your presence,

Though the mirage told me I'll never have you.

​I chased the moon,

But she kept her distance.

​Yet my thoughts returned to you,

Like the Volta rushing to the Gulf.

​The calm streets of Tema,

The rough roads of Ashaiman,

And the noisy streets of Madina

Have all forgotten your name-

But I hear you in every passing horn.

​Loneliness sat beside me and whispered, 

"You were only a friend."

Dejection told me to move on.

​And still,

No matter how far you drift,

Your light refuses to leave me.