Waiting for the Sun

Its been raining
Seven days since the last time we met
Ive been counting
Till we see again
Each drop, each second
waiting for the yellow sun

My head is filled with thoughts
Nightmares
Sweet fantasy
Your face invades my deepest secrets

Calm magic
stay with me forever
let our hearts engrave a sign
on this brown earth
like the lovers of old
One Romeo
The other Juliet
Stay

Phantom

She packed her bags
Twisted brown hair in a bun
So it’s finally happened
Her greatest fear had come upon her
Like a disease without a cure
She felt like a ghost
Slowly lifting out of her form
Only fear keeps her static
Not this way
We were meant to be forever
She whispered to her weary heart
Loneliness is better than death
It’s the death of a soul
Never to know love again
Goodbye my friend
You were closer than a lover

Whispers of the wind

whispers of the wind...
in the dark starry night
my lover beckons me
with lips that dripped desire
I close my eyes to behold
a portrait of love, like a dream so real
lost listlessly in the ambience of your embrace
why wait forever?
why die with the thought that I would never
hold you in my arms
the fortune-tellers say we re not to be
my heart says otherwise
could there be a better soothsayer than this love I feel

in whose arms my heart was nestled
this love that enchanted my heart
this love that intoxicated my senses
now I am like a blind man
wandering by the sea
a heavy wind is blowing my way
Does it portend well
Or does it gust with gloom
The trees bows ominously welcoming it arrival
The leaves shudder with apprehension
The moon stares; an unwilling audience
Tell me what you bring from my beloved?

Echoes of a love once lost
The rhythm in my broken heart
Just like this angry sea
All tales of our love gone sour
Or so it seems
My heart gently whispers in the madding turmoil
Even the raging seas must calm
My precious love once gone can be found
And lost rhythms regained
Time mends the most broken places
Therefore I will wait

Cryptic

My grandfather and me
Beguile under the palm tree
In front of our burnt red hut
Sprawled on a torn raffia mat

Like a couple of yogis
Heads bent, sculls kissing
He put his thumb in spitted sputum
Fourteen lines… he drew

Five in two circles
“Your future is like the proud moon
Shun those white witches
They will come for you
On the night of the morrow
Despise them with your ancestral blood
They are bearers of sorrow”

“Old one, how must I learn to speak
Like the white witch if I so despise him?”

“The black man is no fool
Obrume, you carry the heart if an eagle”

He placed four stones
One for the North
The others for the East
The west and the South
So he said….

My eyes beheld the stars
Falling from the black sky
Down to the brown earth
The dust had licked my father’s signs.


©Oluwatoyin Odewunmi