Poetry

MAN OF THE MOON By Olaseni Kehinde ( Pen Kenny)

Written by Editor

Smiling sunset appears at noon
Plants dances a joyful elegy
Man’s face presses into the soil that glitters in black colour
And his brain dresses like the soil of his home

His face like the dress of the sky at night
Standing gently beside the door that feeds the heart
Open with his hammered robe
Then pour refuges into a gently flowing stream

Eyes give birth like a pregnant cloud
Heart begins to step from sleep to sleep
Head begins to see the dreams of nights that were once daylight
And begins to see and see till the head begins to blink

To you man of the moon
My eyes you’ve spooned and the feet of my heart you’ve baptized with tightened shoes
Even though I owe your room my attire that’s a star, but one-day;
The being enshrouded in my attires would walk towards the man who own your hammered robe and your kneels shall pay homage before me.

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.

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