Midnight Reverie Poem by Olawale Oluwole

The music leans,
Swaying in the hoofbeats of motherhood,
A sax drifts lazily through the rhythm,
While hearts tremble
To the haunting call of your trumpet.

The weather leans closer,
Wrapped in the long, warm embrace of night.

Lyrics shimmer,
Alive and fleeting,
Steps ripple like molten gold,
Catching glimpses of light in the shadowed air.

Haunted feet trace the dance,
Treading over memories half-forgotten,
Burning with the heat of yesterday,
And the night exhales them into dreams.