Treasure Island

Rex mayor Ubini

(March 8th,1984. / Nigeria.)

A Place Of Life And Wordless Gail


The wind of parting day
Chariots our irreplaceable stars abode
The space is left cold and lonely
No matter how brilliant or holy
None would ever rise to bridge the gap
For the day of the world is gone afar
In her evening was born I
Her back is all my eyes can cast
As she walks down a stranded path
Shepherding to forever planet
With her dancing leaden legs
Ahead with no turning neck.

I can eye this cloud of darkness
Substituting the travelling sun
The night of evil here it comes
Obsessed with the signs of the time
That speak to us ancient words
Reminding us of the last event
That we may gird up our loins

But 'fore I go to bed
In the belly of mother earth
To be lost in forever slumber
Purity please pardon my stains
Bathe me in the stream thy vein
That I may wake not in pit of perdition
But a place of life and wordless gail.

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Sunday, June 08, 2014

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