Not Yet Dawn Poem by Mohammed Abideen Oluwalonsola

My day is not so long like a tedious tale,
as the tone is well known
thou; is not yet dawn,
but I rose from my nightmares
while am alone, as day recycle itself
and the shake of my lips;
carry songs homeward to my throat
from those years of christmas

By mother, "the night can't tell what happened in dark"
thus, am walking into a house of silent,
and am in right room of thought;
which hang away from dark

Shadow of an ancient Santa;
sinking down in its tranquility
everywhere now, my heart thus pressing fixed.
like the storm bow to prompting of peace
and i left my sins nakedness
for the uniform of new things;
new year, new month, and a new day.