A Morning at Livingstonia Beach

Martin Chrispine Juwa

Like a lamp, I recline in my bed

I wake up to the whispers of soft-eyed light
Staring through my bedroom window
The morning is young
Like a lamp, I recline in my bed
Trying to silence my quiet eyes
And make friends with the smiling waves riding the gentle wind
a-passing through buildings that hug the Livingstonia Beach
To receive their morning sun baptism