Night is a sprinter
On your mark!
Thus day light becomes dark
And the ticking clock
Dances frighteningly away
Right behind my back
With burdens hanging loosely on the rack.
Still unsettled while night sprints away
Along this track of red and white spray
With slumbering emblazoning ray
And the silent crack of the umpire’s stray
Lord! Please do bless this day I pray.
Yes I did take the leap
In cradling little sip
And upon sloppy steep
I watch as night away slip
Along the lane and far into the dip
And beyond the imagination of the watch I keep.
I see the day
But it never did stay
In hatred of the silence of the sidewalks
And in the perspiring diamonds that drips from the brow
I wish I had an arrow and a bow
With which to aim high and not low
Praying I’d see night again
Either through tomorrow’s insane
Or through moments of refrain
Or in the bliss of yet another rain
Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke
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