Shall We Stay?

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

How long are you here for?
Are you leaving me after this escapade; keeping things short and sweet?
We just met but I felt content that you found me in my hour of need,
A good friend may come from anywhere indeed,
but how long are you here for?
I want to see you tomorrow if that shan’t be time borrowed,
Can you give me five minutes or more, an hour or so?
Do you realise as I do that our connection deserves not to be fleeting?

I feel assured that you are a point of growth…
That we have so much to discover in a jointly-owned plane of the unknown,
Join me, ignore how long you can be here for,
Make us a priority and cast away that worry.

We are here for long I hope,
At least long enough to write the opening line of our story.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

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I Think You Are Incredible

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

I think you are incredible,
In fact, that fails to fully capture the brilliance that is thee; ineffable,
My appetite knows not wrong or right, but in you I seem to find foresight… attainable.

I no longer conjure many a conjecture,
My train, THIS train of thought, is without a fracture,
As a beneficiary of the grace with which you place your gaze on my timid posture,
I am humbled to kneeling point and kiss your fee; that you may be mine forever after.

I think you are incredible,
And while I may not be in the most credible state of mind,
There is nothing wrong with being inebriated by a woman so impeccable and divine.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

Bespectacled

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

I see you gaze outside with a look of amazement,
It’s the same look I would give you for the pulchritude you are made with.

The light refracting on your glasses makes your eyes look calmly intent,
The screen that is this glass and plastic thing accentuates the being behind it.

You are seen for what you see; your soul is in the lenses behind these spectacles,
And in that soul lies what I believe must be the spectacle that is your very being.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

A Voice from the Silent Room (Part 2)

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

Willow tree full of swallows,
Baobab tree with branches long and narrow,
Live with me in cabin C… in this wagon 2313,
where I explore the raging storm within.

Though I am to be still, the waves know not my dreams,
Voices all around me create the din,
And I am but a wanderer in the space I created,
A lost one in the thoughts I generated,
Perplexed and impressed by the notes around me, how they leave me serenaded.

The sweet, sour and bitter,
Gather around the table of my cranium for dinner,
In this space of stillness I am a saint and a sinner,
In this place I dance under the clear sky
just as in the snowy winter.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer

A Voice from the Silent Room (Part 1)

Originally penned on 5th February 2016

The train chugs along,
Like a freshman after his first game of beer pong,
It sings a monotonous song,
Sometimes braking, others shaking; but never really coming to a halt.

The real iron snake has become the thoughts you would once forsake,
For in the absence of a speech to make,
Your reach into the mind is that of one awake,
The kind that over, takes,
The stuff of musings unsaid that are created over single takes,
One-time!
You’re either in or out: locked in or thought out.

 

Yours in perpetuity,

Evans Mbora Campbell
Silent Observer