THE JOURNEY BEGAN
Gloomy, the sun weeps to welcome dark sight O! Shall we sleep in his melodious tone?

THE JOURNEY BEGAN

By Ridwan Bello, Kaduna, Nigeria

The journey began and eschewed

Deep through the valley, the shadow line

As the sea goddess watched over head

That of father right within my chest

More afar move we shallow own thought

Gloomy, the sun weeps to welcome dark sight

O! Shall we sleep in his melodious tone?

That lulls the arc to kiss late souls?

Multitude of them drew it for theory

So to feed one’s mind so cold in hate

Standing by with me in that storm

Was to see how sick the noble bow

Down with honour to imitate a child

Just for he eats among the dead.

 

Who shall watch over

Duel blind sight of mine

While the very last oculist choose

Owns fate to part all bounty

Who now shall lead me home?

To the pool in Bethesda “J”

Perhaps have spent all youthful

Gay, wondering about the world

Of words in new antiquity.

Shall I ever spot those birds to ever ask

Me about new meditative lines to

Represent the hollowness of those portraits?

Yet, blame I not the gods, but the inks I do.

 

© Ridwan Bello

 

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