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. 

Come to me she says,

come see me where the rays of the sun is dark.

I hear mother's voice, where the gates of dreams are shut.

I have heard the song of a siren, nothing is ever so sweeter.