With arms stretched to the sky
And eyes fixed on the window of heaven
I gaze cold heartedly upon the journey of you and I
Words betraying thoughts dining in the rain
Quill cuddling the pen with shadowed palms
Of what tune shall I voice the hymns
Of what slate shall I engrave this tale
Of A prophet’s prophecy once told
Of a sage that words to his feet fall
To bow, as time and fate unfolds
Down the lane of grayness’ den
Down the icy, dewy blanket of nature
Down the field and history’s train
Be it fate’s cruel claws
Or the tattered voice nurtured
In the face Of destiny and pride
In the loud scream of silence and solitude
I shall pen you a poem
Void Of rhymes or rhythm but filled with wisdom
Lines that your soul to it’ll requiem
And dine to Maine the coin in the deep
When a star shines brighter, while the moon lies asleep…
Written by: Dan Dediver
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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