Mosi Mustapha Gomina

Saboon - Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina

Suppose I dwell in a land called Saboon
Located amidst meadows on the moon
With four-legged beings
And a pair of wings
I'd make dream-tales my rafter and cocoon.

A haven where Saboonites don't grow old
A threshold from glut winter days and cold
And the lustre clouds
Form the city crowds
I'd prefer it to castle made with gold.

I suppose I'd play with the bridled sun
For my skin would be girdled and won't burn
Then I'd dance with stars
And ramble through Mars
Seeking only delight utter fun.

With my speed-saddled wings will I rover
Shooting o'er Earth and her glossy tower
Robed in cosmic shells
Dangling yuletide's bells
Trudging forward and backward o'er and o'er.

How much could this feeling possibly birth
For my fears are pillowed on loss and death
How I loathe such dreams
Forged are they from beams
I am stil a stranded human on Earth.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2012

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