Tobi Praise Obanisola

Just like the star
The scent of twilight, a joy conceived by dawn
A warrior of passion, the Queen of thoughts
A distant life, by reality shunned
A distant goddess of unconscious comfort

Just like the star
A dirge de novo in daybreak
An angel from the night Zephyrus
A silent preacher of ease
A Lilly inscribed with my mournful ecstasies

Just like a star in my sky
Just like an angel of pain with my demon of ease
A goddess of dream, a reality of lovely fears
This will I knit, for supernova will I live to foil
Oh my “own” dear oblivious angelic star of impressive reality