By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
ÀNÌKÉ- Day 7
this poem begins with the road that led me
to you, blessed be the birds singing your name between
tree branches, blessed be the moon compassing me
from rivers to cities, to you, blessed be the star lights
the eyes of my heart, blessed be the wind
crisscrossing my path with smell of roses,
blessed be the wayfarers littered across the road
as moonlight tales, as signposts to love- to us.
Ayanfe, when I choose you from a sea of girls,
I was trying to eavesdrop God’s heartbeat,
trying to dance to its rhythm in an aching world,
for I have lived so long in the ruins of dead memories
& your love is elixir, a prayer undoing the ache
of yesteryears, a voice touching wounds to wings.
Ayanfe, nothing fills this hole in my eyes
like your image, your gestures & its love for blues,
how it begins its quest from my eyes before lodging
in my blood, before stirring the inside of me to
a windstorm at peace with the earth.
& I will hold unto this love till we are one with silence,
one with loving nights, with wrinkles & light.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale