Jude Ogunade

(5/5/68 / Ibadan, Oyo State, Nigeria)

MORNING


Memories of Dreams, the daughter of dawn
Mirages of nightmares, soothing saviour
Time of reflection, requiem of sobriety
The very beginning of life's journeys

The fresh daughter of dawn, the dew maker
The innocence in daybreak, the cold virgin
The new beginning, the sweet start
The fresh genesis, the mending morn

The new advantage, the cutting edge
The early take, cousin to early lead
The very beginning of the very greats
The sweet songs of sonorous swallows

Morning! Maker of many main men
The new sun of the main harvest
The pregnant part of the new day
The fresh innocence in every life!

- Jude Adebosoye Ogunade

Submitted: Saturday, January 09, 2010
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