I Will Soon Become A Song Poem by Orike Didi

I come with my verses,
I come with my debts.
Accept me like the earth does the sea
Not minding her depths.

Come with me to my metaphors,
Clasping your mind like fingers of an octopus.
Come with me to my home,
To the centre of a forest of thousand flowers.

Help, build me into the road, that knot
Filled with mirages for the traveller.
Help me sing a song to flute player.
I am tired and will soon become a song.

Orike Didi 04: 00hrs DWP 04/Aug/2009