Comments about Folayemi Akande
The Night Is A Blanket
A blanket upon the evening so mild,
A time to know which star is mine,
Amid the consternation so infinite,
That each one,
Upon my eyes gazeth.
A delusional moment,
That last a mind at large.
The moon will merge the light,
And make the sparkle a wonder,
Then we mourn the horrors of the day,
Then again our minds open like a foyer,
To foster the delight at the evening arrival,
A cross section of light,
With diluted colors,
Across the face of the dusky sky,
That's her star,
Right above my head, i guess.
The lullabies, ...
A Wish At Seventeen
I've thought always of you As the wild rose in perfection, So fresh and full of hue, Flaming from streets within coasting sky, Where the angels at dusk abode, Accustomed by awesome breath of spring, From the freshest bosom beneath. My words are lost in count, For your queenly voice elates my soul, Your dark dangerous eyes, Agains