The Seventh Song Poem by Shola Balogun

Last night, when I thought of you,
The moon stood still on the brow of my eyes.
On the distant pool, where your shadow walked,
With you I came along too,
Holding you across the becalming shore
To the cornfield of seasoned windmill
Where your first libation poured
And became one with my lonesome cries.
Amidst the blue roses on the hill,
I see the dreams of your eyes,
Mingle within the skyline wherever the dawn passes.
I see your image become the image of the Divine.
The moon tells more
Of true lovers' sign.