Dream Poem by Onyi Ogwumike

But I can’t describe this one,
How I wish Athena had dubbed me with her talent for illustrative tapestry,
As well as her wise eyes,
That I could wrap myself in its sown warmth.

This gaze
Selena has shown upon me,
What kind gaze to bring about such a
Fleeting flutter on wings of milky gold?

Such a dream,
Ought not be had by mortals
With our slovenly memory struggling to pick up the pieces of its beauty
And re-assemble them for man’s eyes to cry out in astonishment
“How great a dream to be bestowed on mortal man! Sight doth do it injustice”

Indeed,
Sight doth do it injustice.
So it mustn’t be seen,
Nor heard or told
Only felt
And dreamed