Olóòkun
I hear the drums of war in my dreams When I wake, it's cannonade rings in my head. I hear the roar of the ocean in my sleep When I wake, It's salt lingers on my lips. I see mother's trident when I close my eyes And when I wake, its grip still firm in my hands. The sand & shells pricks my feet where I stand When I wake, it's cuts & dents still tingles. My nights turn to days and my days are plagued Plagued with thoughts of her. I see a stranger, with the face of the mother. I hear songs without lyrics, muses of sirens. I smell the damp air, treacherously humid. The waves call out, I hear my name, one I have never been called. Her voice still ecoes in my head, my name still ringing in my ears. Her hands claw at my heart, Her soft touch feels it's beat & pace. Come to me she says, come see me where peace lies. I raise my head and lift my lids, Her cold touch warms my peace. Her stare bearing down my soul, Her presence filters the air....