Tonight, the wind blows from the house of song
If the dusk wears the coat of darkness,
Yours is a beam of rejuvenated moon,
Myriads of stars dwell in your eyes,
Since you are the summary
Of my interminable poem Abike,
I crave no more for verses of waiting,
Aches and tears of longing,
Our love is the epiphany of our dreams,
We are the births of undiscovered centuries.
Since your arrival, like the nocturnal bird,
I yearn for the melodies in your echoes,
The flavor of your kiss dries
The dewdrop of July’s rain,
Since your love walls my thoughts,
Leave the seers to cast spell of lies,
I fear not, for your touche melts my aches into scars
That need no balm to varnish
We are beyond the incantations of greedy gods.
When the earth buries the footprints of yester-years,
And my scent lodges inside the coffin of departure,
That the tomb is a testament for every wayfarer,
Unearth my poems when I’m gone,
My shadow dwells inside the caravan of your heart.
Ololufe :- My love
Abike (born to care for)
About the author
Rasaq Malik is a student of the University of Ibadan. He writes poems and he believes we can change the world through words. He also lives in Ibadan.
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