When The Breeze Came Calling Poem by Folayemi Akande

The breeze came, knocking on the walls of his ears
But he was deaf, for he had sank into- the pleasant euphoria of his heart.
So, did go the breeze, to the bell and tell
Nigh comes the master! Nigh comes the master!
From up the top bump of the hill, his voice did travel through his ears.
But he was deaf and unfree like sand encaged in hourglass.

From the foggy mountain did cry the breeze
Tramping on thick thorns through the trees
Crying, o hear i say, the master is nighs forthwith!
Seek shelter and be mute as the cool-
by the night sea while he stays!
Still he was deaf, deaf as a stone that akins no command.

Then it ran to the sea, to sail with the sailing Tide.
That the Tide may twirl his biddings upon his hearing.
O mortal dear, hear the master's nearing footsteps!
But he was deaf; as deaf as a cold feet.

Then the sky of crimson blue, did suddenly dark damask turn.
All he saw was the leaping lips of the moonlight.
Could day be gold, yet wear starry vestment of the night?
Then he stopped, stayed still as a lake.

The stars began to dance upon the euphonious chirps of the lark.
Oh, his eyes were cuddled in a tender fur of delight
Then it all briskly eloped into the slender air.
Then he trampled upon a voice, seeded in the soil of distress
After he gave what seemed like my last breath.
Saying' my best was not enough to save thee from my master, Death.
I cannot save thee anymore, nor lend thee a column of breath.
For such grace have exceeded thee.
Though i have such grace, for I am breeze; but my master forbids me.'
After a hardened weep, with tears as hot as the rage of the sun
It then dawned on him, like the sweet caress of a dew on a turf that life was only for rent.
A rent only waged by the infinite Grace of the Almighty.