Just a Dream
I
caressed a silvered floor
With my slippers of gold
On a mansion mounted in the deep heart of the sea,
Imposed the day on the dull night
With the flip of my succulent fingers
When sleep became too afraid to be my guest,
wined with the wind
On a self-driven car
That flies and sails at will,
fathered countless parties
With endless spraying spree,
And registered my name
In the right corner of every mind.
Alas, just a dream in front of NAIRABET game-board.
Copyright © Ijalana Afolabi | Year Posted 2016
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