Come Home! Poem by Okunola Peace

When wintry dew are no more seen,
Upon mounds of clay and clustered leaves,
Come home, when the sun shines brighter
And the birds Coo the song of summer.

When the fields dance in twilight's embrace,
Come home with flowers and sweet berries
That speaks of years gone and season sweet,
Bringing a sigh, Alas! a smile to my face.

Come with me, my lovely queen,
The world is yet to see your dream,
Love, let your lips make the vow under the moon
And the world will dance to your tune.

Sweet, sweet love, come, let me please thee,
Upon the meadows; a bed of green leaves
Between thy thighs that brings joy unseen,
Upon breast, ripe and sweeter still.

Beneath the trees that sways, where the bird sings
Do I wait with my tales and keg of wine
And a pleasant smile for my wife,
Come home! Before the day is to dark to see.