Leave-Taking Poem by Adeosun Olamide

There, oily mouths muster with smiles
As mild breeze pierces through trees
With the evening sun beaming into memories
In icy tone, frail priest recites final rites
And sand is streamed unto cold mold

As day fades, came cold masked in night falls’
Nor different in the calmness of dawn
Wrapped in blanket of nostalgia
That houses scent of parting mate
Weaved webs of blame and shame upon self

There, pregnant eyes deliver,
Of tears ebbing like tides receding shores
Each night bidding the world bye,
Knowing never again will she behold her world

Silence strolls’ on the street of her thoughts
Thought eaves’ on the whispers of the winds
Wind puff through barren clouds of despair
Through mournful days, his deeds leaps through darkness
Shunning light of ecstasy…

Down this day, she weaves’ her web,
Quietly whiles bliss flies away (From her way)
Heaven above (Earth Beneath) has her goodness wrapped
And in this night that darkness seems not sufficient in telling
A black night indeed, the halcyon flew over her waves of woe…

In her stare’ a message, her silence’ thoughts and smile’ emotions
In solitary self, she mutters…
The sound of my soul, the beat (bleat) of my heart,
The strings of my veins will one day be as calm as the whispers of a graveyard
Though soft, she communes with the beyond