Is like a voyage in the moon;
A silver sea bounded by silver climes,
High on virgin wind, virgin turns.
Soaring on virgin-scapes, I journeyed.
Coves seen, courts conquered,
A kingdom bowed to me in a meadow,
A city encircled by vitreous hills.
There, ship and city embraced
Ancient mirth revved its ceremony,
A dance of the mandrake’s myth,
A dance of the souls essence.
My metronomic skills hand picked
A few fables for the blind notes;
Diaries I am to write on fawning kins
Admiration walks best with drunken lovers.
After festivities and all the wonders I gazed at,
I begged to be buried in a tomb;
Your crystallized heart in a crystal’s bosom,
Glowing like angels’ halo in the moon.
Written by: Tares Banigoe Oburumu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson