DREAM

 

Life fell on me like ice,

More, like sweet breeze

In the night.

Time rides by, I took a measure

Thus, to light my candles; seducing

Time never to bid me off.

For sure, optimisms wither not.

Age crept in, to light my beauty

Like stars above. With this,

Dreamers' words and pen are crowned.

So, the loud-silenced drum echoes

In thoughts, so frailed through time's walk.

Set light far not,

The rain to wet my infant odds,

Now that I stoop to see rainbows.

'Tis the lad's cry at dawn.

Should I slaughter these zeals? For

Darkness and riotous moments?

Never! The pride of the tortoise lies there:

On the thickness of it's shell.

Dream to dreams until Gawd calls,

For the wetness of my feet.

Not, until black thread be found amid

Charcoals, and th' sound of th' silent,

And dumb trumpet heard.

Written by: Ogangwu Simon Jonathan