A Poking Glare Poem by Agboyi Felix

Never had I seen a glare
poaching the morning cumulus
with soo much promising.
Never had I.

Not demurring nor quivering,
tears filled the bays of my eyes.
Dazzled as if there fell on me
a spell of alienation.

From aloft, the glamour stained
the openings, the horizon with
great feel.And not even the stoic
can hide such emotions.

With promising renewed union,
its lessons had been done, and
in true gentility of ever refreshing flung,
it faded with never unfading memories.

I shall dream of its union at
the poke of other days.
I shall wait on other mornings
knowing it as a partaker ally.

And when it poaches again,
I shall be of full bliss and glee
for the promise it carries.
I saw a rainbow.