Scarlet - dirt, Red - soap

Scarlet be my dirt,
Red be thy soap.
Looking back in time,
before thy figure gave me a lens.
Half blind, half in sight.
I couldn’t see the road.
Looking into the deep seas,
I saw the horizon.

Their talks be my fall,
yours talks my rising.
Listening to your talks,
I saw my fall.
Half blind, half in sight.
Then, the morning came.
Looking forward to a dance,
with the foe or the fowler?

Scorching sunlight,
I saw the lens you gave.
Looking into the horizon,
I saw your star.
Scarlet be your garment,
Red be my robe.
Of the foe I know his end,
but the fowler becomes the friend.

Ayomide Ajayi
23/04/2020