I’M BACK TO YOU - BY ADURAGBEMI BARNABAS
Mind traversed myriad levels of
uncertainty
Wings are weakened, my neglected home
is calling
Accept me in the softness of your
merciful heart
Let me see paradise in your angelic
conversation
Wounded wanderer falls at your pool for
healing.
The last time we traveled to the
blazing moon
Intertwining pleasure of time on
stressless dome
We hoped for evening of morning and
night of afternoon
Snow-like coldness of the night fails
to untie heat cramps
We scored the reverberating echoes of lovers’
nightingales.
I responded the magnetic call of
marketers of other road
I left the poor happiness for decorated
stainless sting
All ways are ways but ways bellies
confusion in abyss
I’m thirsty on the path of wilderness
awaiting rain of tears
I’m at the junction of life decisions,
kindly help this flimsy thought.
I saw the rising winds of consciousness
that uprooted ignorance
I saw the lamentations of caged birds on
mountain of deception
I saw the nurtured pregnancy of
hopeless dawn of dusky dust
I saw erosions of regrets at the
vineyard of faulty desperation
I saw the imbecilic dances of the
downgraded covenant.
I abused the natural ventilation of
early morning stream
That induces springs of comfort and
seeds of confidence
I misinterpreted signs on your face and
clicking of your heels
Which only expressed hidden truth that
hanged mysterious end
Waiting learner is gallantly prepared
for admission into holy of holies.
I’m back to rebuild the broken rings
among the undertakers
Inform the dutiful gateman of
colourless painting to depart dream
For the wandering eagle will soar in
this compound once again
I will surely worship the dumbfounding
wonders of this nature
What a great irrecoverable joy to interpret
the parable of loins!
WORLD BARNABAS
Brilliant.A festival of images.
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