Mosi Mustapha Gomina
Across The Horizon - Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina
Quietude on a gleaming night in June;
My eyes sear from the light from the moon;
Thus, the orb of relish is risen;
As my gaze meets the vast horizon.
My thoughts cuddle the carts of wonder;
My strength turns a quarry of sunder;
For I am stuck in the fields of Time;
While my mind wanders across the line.
Maybe beyond the curtain so high;
Reside the four corners of the sky;
Or the fount from which lightening comes forth;
Or chariots of cold that wreathe the North.
Or the knoll to which the clouds retire;
Or queer stars robed in torches of fire;
Maybe the home of the sun's repose;
Maybe an Angel's sketch of a rose.
Why ponder over a world unknown;
Over Nature and her seeds that roam;
I close my weary quell eyes and sleep;
And unto the cradle of dreams, creep.
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