Dangerous Dream

G: In my dream,

A dangerous dream;

I found thee in my arms;

And I held thee in my arms;

A: The dance starts when the plural becomes singular;

In the whirlwind of sounds, rhythms and symphony;

The whispers of breath and heartbeat becomes unregular;

Thy touches brings a perfect harmony;

G: Two hearts beating as one;

Atoned with an African sun;

I saw the stars and the Moon;

Reflecting thy beauty and I swooned;

A: There are no walls, limits, time or void,

No words, No accents, the universe is at pause;

There is no hiding in the oldest of languages and all;

The universe becomes ours and clouds to us

G: I felt thee so real,

Thy affection is ethereal,

It sparkles more pure energy;

Thy body symphony makes a synergy;

A: The hearts are naked,

Only in the silence of words can the souls truly speak,

An affection was created;

We dissolved in the moment and now at the peak; 

G: It must be the rhythm and blues;

So charming how our body glues;

Maybe it’s thy beautiful eyes,

That shines so bright like the stars;

A: The morning sun hurts

Shining light on impossible futures and useless “what-ifs”

G: Maybe it’s the tides or the waves,

Thou a queen and so brave;

G: With thee; i saw the perfect eyes;

Igniting a fire that melted all ice;

But this is a dangerous dream;

Yet our face wantonly beamed;

A: And yet - until there’s music, there’s dance,

The dance starts when the plural becomes singular

Maybe in the future, another chance;

In the whirlwind of sound, no difference - we are similar;

G: As we dance to the wind;

Blotting what tomorrow may bring;

I admire the sincerity of thy smiles;

Even though we are separated by million miles;

A: The door to borderless, limitless, timeless realm of singularity,

Shall we dance and let tomorrow be;

Our body twined and lost its plurality;

Tomorrow must wait as today we heal;

G: Yet, I will enjoy every song we make;

As long as this dream may take,

Soon, we will say the byes;

And forget we ever came by;

A: Safe in our memory, we will dream;

And yet - until there’s music, there’s dance;

There are no walls, limits, time; just a gleam;

Maybe in the future, another chance;

G: it’s time to leave the dream;

And face reality as a being;

So I held thee close;

Howbeit I froze,

A: In this moment and presence, we immersed;

In the whirlwind of sound and songs;

Until the music stops before we dispersed;

In this dream, there are no wrongs.

(Gafar Odubote, “Dangerous Dream”, copyright 2019)

A poem showing a conversation between two hearts (G & A) who shared a deep connection for nature, music and poetry; but no clue about the future because it cannot be taken beyond the moment.