At the Shore

The wondrous six on a starry night,

On an island from an harbor height,

With his quill he humbly wrote,

The magic that wantonly floats;

The music and the wind were both as one,

Silent touches made sparkles and burn,

The flesh and spirit became singular,

And whispers of sounds curiously unregular;

Perfection thou art with the night,

The sea and the waves wantonly ignite,

The mathematics is infinite,

And the chemistry is definite;

The formula becomes magical like flying floral,

Like winged petals in a windy aura,

The atmosphere was perfect from falk’s calculation,

Perfection thou art, alas, no modification!

The music and the sea made a flaming light,

So beautiful from lady Anni’s sight;

At the shore of Les Canisses by the hills,

Where two folklores sang by the sea;

The palms and shrubs; in unison twined;

As the cats walk briskly and dine,

O’ lady, thy eyes shone like the stars in the sky,

So magical and charming like thy smile;

The wondrous six on a starry night,

So magical from Angel Kai’s sight,

As the charms wantonly smote;

The silence of the ocean note;

Within an African mind is a lustrous flame;

An energy, pure and sane;

So alive with the sparkles of sounds,

Calmness and silence; deniyi found.

There rose a voice so mild and smooth,

Far beautiful than piano and nighty hoots,

The music and singing makes a perfect rhyme,

Thou was at the shore once upon a time;

O’ what a peaceful mind thou hath!

Princess Helen with a jovial heart;

The music and thy spirit became as one,

Thou with the roses and a perfect form;

Afloat gaffy was, like a feather in the wind;

Set to a course as destiny brings,

Not far away the sages sang,

From whose voices his being stately rang,

Across the table he gazed at a queen from the three;

Whose eyes and the sea were like a twin,

The sight of her elegance was ethereal and rare,

With her graceful form and winnowing hair;

Her eyes were the perfect illumination of the stars,

Her strides with the songs were at par,

Graciously she danced like the whirl wind,

Swerving gleefully on her magnificent limb;

It’s here at the shore we must part,

As it’s the last on this island path;

What a magic from varied sight,

The wondrous six on a starry night.

Gafar Odubote, “At the Shore”, copyright 2019

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