The Teary Ocean Poem by Folayemi Akande

A yawning yellow yacht upon my linger rested,
Wearing blue evening smile upon the sky so nested.

The pregnant sky, the incadescent clustered cloud,
And the horizon where my gazes now found,

The dangling wings of fading sun,
Conceived of cloud nine steaming burn.

A travelers faith by ocean drive.
A silent meal with the wind that thrive,

To ride abreast the hills at instant abrupt,
For all ages will drink same rivers corrupt.

A garlour of dine, yet the rich not mine,
All my thoughts to mourn,
And not a word of warn.
For ages to come.