Last Night Poem by peter adeleke

In fragile sleep, minds lost to nightmares' flight,

On the pillow of darker-griefs; last night,

A night's cradle-song, whispering wide from core,

The lyres, and lutes with stapled names of yore.



Sign 'pon signs, gliding to the buried past,

'neath dark-horizons in hours of the last;

Tears fell, like night-dew on mingled waters,

In the breath of mid-night; earthen sleepers'


Shadows, wandered on a cold fragile stream,

With echoes, echoeing like a wild teem;
The storm, sighing, heather muffling our cries,

And dust, wafting to powder our blood eyes.


The sweet-fumes of childhood, sliding, slipping,

In fanning web; lens of silence, trapping

Our hearts in the dark-ringlets, through the air,

Ghost of ghouls, walked in native homes to scare.