Midnight Prisoner
What is it?
That flames me with it's presence.
Like a dark horse it carries me
to places I have never been
and show me secrets hidden to me.
Like a raging messenger
and crosses the thickness of my thought,
stirrs my spirit man out of slumber,
sometimes changing my world.
What is it about the dreams of my head ?
and the visions of my bed?
Copyright © Ololade Omololu | Year Posted 2009
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