Dawn Poem by Iyanuoluwa Okunola

At the break of dawn,
He takes the road,
His corsets walking him down,
He takes shelter,
Woven by wings.

His name echoes
He is a Nobody,
He rains on a Cabin.

His flight of imagination
Perched her
Beyond
His cabin.

He is boarded
Of her voice
Razzling like an army
For war.

He flies his voice
To Her
She knows only the light.
He switches his cup,
He drinks from
Valley of Loom.

He reaches the door,
Her voice is the key,