The House By The Ocean Poem by Praise Akanni

I gaze in silence as the waves rush to bank at the shore.

The wind whispers soft in my ears through every windows as it glides in through the doors.

Birds, their sonorous tunes sing to delight my soul, as the sun to its resting place set before my eyes.

Brown old books fill my shelf to accompany me on this journey of solitude with drums of rum to digest my sober songs.

I stare at the walls, my eyes feasting on beautiful art while solemn jazz caresses my heart.

The house by the ocean, I call home...