Yearnings Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Took her hands, let us pray
Close your eyes, say the grace
Is heaven watching? ; she ask-
Heavens always a watch_ I said.

Take me out of here, she cried
Bring me to the air; my lord
Where the breeze never ceases
There my soul yearning for.

And she prayed; the curtains part,
For the breeze that takes away.
Did I leave the way to let it through?
And was it death or God using me?

I shouldn't let the pane remain parted,
I shoulda shut the cold out,
And pulled away cold feasting on her
But I shut my eyes in prayer.

What was I even praying for?
Was it wisdom, was it strength-
Was it to reach for that wished
Or to feel no contrite at letting the cold devour her?

She wished for the breeze that never ceases
And her soul yearned for as mine now yearns;
Mine yearns to forget her and sometimes to have her
Or never to have had or met her.