Just Another Dream - Poem by Kelly Iyogun
I try to read,
Then i heard a voice calling,
Enchanting like the falls of water from a fountain.
I hear a whisper,
Gentle like a passing wind yet relieving.
I close my book,
Walk to the whisper of the voice calling.
I trace the trail it left behind.
There is something about the voice,
So familiar, so close to heart yet distant.
In the shadows of the night,
There she was,
The Angel who haunts my thoughts,
Enchanting like her voice.
Her face hidden in the mist,
The moon glaring in her smile,
The sparkle of the stars glittering from her eyes.
Eyes fixated on her,
Salivating as I steer at the creature before me,
So elegant in freedom as she runs her down while it dances with the wind.
In a flash she was gone,
Her giggle fading from whence she once stood.
Searching right, up and centre,
Gone she was.
I heard her voice again,
This time she calls my name
Like winter calling,
It send chills down my spine,
She giggles as I look so clueless.
From the Shadows of the night she beckons again,
I walk into the night, this time going where my heart leads,
The moon to guide me.
And there she was.
There she was silent like the night itself,
Sitted. Watching the horizon,
She turned to look at me,
Her smile intoxicating like a stack of gold in the sunlight.
Walked past me,
The smell of her hair, like scented roses,
The perfume on her body, like jasmine upon hyacinth.
Her eyes psychedellic as the moon rays converges in them.
She left without looking back at me,
I tried to follow her,
I stretch my hands to stop her from leaving,
But she was gone,
Gone with the wind, like she never was there.
I close my eyes to cry in despair,
I called to her, but got no reply,
I opened my eyes to my ceiling staring back at me, turned to look if she was by my side.
No She wasn't.
Damn, Just Another Dream,
She really was gone.
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