Echoes of hearts
Set in the beauty of mid-night
Sleep has been disgrace
Relegated to the throne of defeat.
Mid-night calls connected for love
Emotion expressionless in the day
Now found their royal throne at nights
Where sweetie-cries of lovers voices
Are like sonnets of melodies that rule the air.
Call de mid-night
A sure sweet way to win a heart.
�Nsikak Andrew, 16th May, 2007 & 6th September, 2007