Like a comet on a horizon

By Michael Amos Imona

Beneath Niger’s twilight, I roam through
veiled horizons. My lens, a witness to dusk’s
quiet descent; a silent pilgrimage where shadows
blur, and she—my imagined divinity—breathes.

Her gaze is the night’s lust for light; an uncharted
river swollen with ache, pulling me beneath
the pulse of daylight, where I— bound to glass
and aperture, seek her form in every glimmer and grain.

Goddess ephemeral, fashioned from vapor & void,
her lips carve whispers against silence’s earlobes.
Her fingers, delicate as desert bones,
weigh my soul, brittle and yielding as quicksand.

Tell me, is it folly to fall for a specter?
Yet here I stand, heart half-lit, camera poised,
waiting in dusk’s last molten descent—
lost to the world, and to her, my evanescent muse.

BIO:
Michael Amos Imona is a poet and photographer from Nigeria. He holds a National Diploma in Electrical Engineering.