First Cry
It was a clear blue sky;
The day of my tiny first cry;
Though it was a silent darkly night;
But the sky was unusually bright;
Sparkling was the lonely star;
Afar off at a glance so far;
Wantonly in pain, swam the crimson flood;
At two arms apart; So leaped from the dripping blood;
Alas, this moment the softness of the tide;
Battles with the roar of the joyous pride;
Today in this white I humbly slay;
At the end; in this white I will eternally lay;
As this flesh wantonly groves it’s birthday;
So as the spirit awakens beyond deathday;
This is my prayer as I traverse this road;
For a tender blue sky for the meek and bold;
A beautiful love that’s true and deep;
And a soft earth to rest when time to sleep.
(Written on my birthday: 13.09.18)
Gafar Odubote, “First Cry”, copyright 2018
The day of my tiny first cry;
Though it was a silent darkly night;
But the sky was unusually bright;
Sparkling was the lonely star;
Afar off at a glance so far;
Wantonly in pain, swam the crimson flood;
At two arms apart; So leaped from the dripping blood;
Alas, this moment the softness of the tide;
Battles with the roar of the joyous pride;
Today in this white I humbly slay;
At the end; in this white I will eternally lay;
As this flesh wantonly groves it’s birthday;
So as the spirit awakens beyond deathday;
This is my prayer as I traverse this road;
For a tender blue sky for the meek and bold;
A beautiful love that’s true and deep;
And a soft earth to rest when time to sleep.
(Written on my birthday: 13.09.18)
Gafar Odubote, “First Cry”, copyright 2018
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