Reaching Poem by Adeosun Olamide

I am reaching-
For the pulse in the colors
For the darkness in the sun
Reaching- for the paintings of the sky
I am reaching-
For the rhythm of the hymn
For the echo- one last echo- piercing
For the silence by the river
I am reaching- O I am reaching-
I am reaching past the veil-
But thorns in withered roses-
For flesh-a skin that don't pale
Or for eyes that dims, fingers that fret
O I am reaching for a heart-
A shattered heart that cannot be broken
For the pieces- reaching
Reaching for a venom-
That numbs the sensations of a soul
I reach- O I reach' for a depth, for a rhythm
The rhythm of shore tides
For the luring song in a tempest
I am reaching to breathe
To breathe the ambience gravel of sea
Reaching in the scars, this broken ship
Reaching in it for a memory
And for a memory to be lost in
I am reaching for the silence-
A silence grasped, hemmed in a grave