Where All Tomorrows Go

The heart of me weeps to belong

In a place where I’ve never come

The scent of its gardens

Travel a million miles

And paint pictures like Eden’s

In the ecclesiastical mind

The water there

Are silvern clear

That kisses the cloud

That swims its depths

Its breath wraps around

You like unsettled debt

The bees there don’t sting

But its robins sing

There is no nightfall

But a glittering pall

I’d love to fall down

Dead like a sparrow

Until I am found

Where all tomorrows go

Akpan