Life does not have to stutter no more
Aremu Adams Adebisi
You see how the aging smile
after the fleeting chasm of silence,/span>
and you wish upon your night/span>
a star that won’t disrupt the moonbeam.
You see how birds sing sonorously
and your eyes tread bare in your mind;/span>
you breathe in mists to expel sunrays,/span>
you wear the days on your feet.
The river splashes in fullness,
you trace some down the side of a cliff,/span>
while some lap at shore/span>
to wash the bank anew.
Then a brittle boy laughs right in your face
with all his contagious innocence;/span>
you wish to smooth your scars with each beam/span>
for all is beginning to hold right meanings.
So, cramped wings leave the nest in your eyes,
a broken ship waterlogged by the storm/span>
made it to the shore.
So, yellow-stained leaves aid in fruits bearing,
an air stifled in a corked bottle
descends in whirls down the lowland.
