Gilbert Alasa (Edo State, Nigeria)

I saw the sky yesterday, painted rage
With dark lining on its ample page
Quickly, endless strokes caught in a marathon race
To calm the earth’s hotness

Trees trapped wailing
Birds roam dark clouds a lurking
The moon enquired to hid till evening
And the sun, its light denied

The sky beamed with its lightening
And cautioned with its thundering
In the closet I hid its fury
That was directed at me

Seeking solace in mother’s weary breast
To escape a music devoid of a graceful crest
Whose pulse sets the soul throbbing
This is all I ever dream, all night