Seated
under a black scaled tree
whose leaves shiver, fall
and rustle
in tonight's billowing wind
The crickets
chirp, chirp
calling out into the silence
their long-lost love.
The roses ceased drinking
And are withered and brown
Their bent forms just scenting
like the tears of a clown
It seems like yesterday
when you were wrapped
in my arms, under a blooming tree
this same tree,
and the red roses gave off
their strawberry fragrance
the birds in duos tweeted melodies
like a playing flute,
your brown skin glistened
like a million fireflies
I gazed into your coffee eyes
our eyes interlocked
our smiles of one accord
and our lips got dancing
in the caressing breeze
but you fell like one of these leaves
rustled in the wind
You didn't get to see the tree
grow wrinkles
Now my only companion is the
cold hands of the
whooshing
Image Credit: AliExpress
MEET THE POET:
ALO AYODEJI is an ambitious poet who aims at being prolific.
He writes from the sururb of Lagos, in Nigeria, and studied Architecture at the Federal University of Technology Akure.
He hopes to leave his word prints on the sands of time as The Drained Brain and I Died Not, his published pieces are leading the pace
He loves music and His Maker, when not writing he can be found reading, and learning new things.
