By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:

Butterflies- Day 28 (Finale)


the way home is always full of the tears of memories & the road won’t give answers to the questions of sunsets, of trees, of places. & my heart is a wayfarer that has learnt to survive the whips of time, some nights she waits for love to locate the fire on her tongue & other nights she wails to twilight for your tender touch. -you too are a wayfarer & the road sees your faith, your longing, it listens to the uprising of your blood & knows about days your prayer hopes distance closes in on us & make us one with butterflies. talking about faith, we do not know the taste of tomorrow, yet we sniff hope like flowers & let its fragrance carry us through dusk to the red soul of dawn where love is a castle of light, where you could drown in the water on a lover’s skin & call it baptism. & it’s been a while on this sojourn, the woods are beginning to hide & seek with bodies stuttering to ghosts, cities are growing grasses on names of people, towns are bleeding stories of girls looking for God in rear mirrors, the sea is eating lost boys & night stars are symbolizing souls with wrecked dreams. It’s been a while on this sojourn, survival falls malnourished with every dawn that breaks through walls with limbless sun & there is little our hands can stop from breaking, little we can bring back of a body after its burial. but there’ll always be more to think of you when the call drops & the chat slumps into the night, when the sound of my name fades in your voice- because love is a sort of bliss, a sort of homecoming. daughter of Olakunle, I’m coming home.

© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale
Undiluted Poet

Olabisi Akinwale
Olabisi Akinwale

Poetry, prose and the wonders in between.

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