Twilight Selves

Darkest dream
in sigh
Of Night
I pick the self
that dreams so bright
Count the moon
Hum to the stars
I capture moments
Though they were mars
You are soil
The pit of me
The womb of which
I suckle milk
As time it fades
I ache to think
What things may come
If thoughts were silf
and neatly woven
into time
For damaged selves
With half drunk wine
For Kids who pedal
into natures kiss
I ask the universe
More of this
This twilight song
To ease my Woe
I have seen
Once before

Otatade Iseghohi Okojie


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