Trella Davis Poet Rhyme

Dreams Of Africa

Africa is my frequency.
I hear her calling every night I sleep.
Africa flows through my veins.
The mother of lions on open plains.
A place filled with all my people.
A continent full of exquisite beauty.
Alive with a rich culture.
Alive with spiritual art and sculptures.
In my dreams I see me there.
feeling the warm wind through my hair.
Dreaming of where my ancestors once
was.
An awakened heart filled with love.

I dream of you every night.
and every night I see the light. (the light)
A light filled with my ancestors 
walking through the Serengeti.
 behind them I see a pride.
My ancestors are my guide
 dreams of Africa every night
and every night I see the light.

A rich history that can't compare.
With vibrant fabric and original hair.
A connection to the cosmos
from the past.
Dreams that show the Dogon tribe
colorful and glad.
I feel like they can see me.
This dream makes me feel like a ghost.
Seeing them there awakens me the most.
Foods that explode your palette.
Cultural dances with so much talent.
I see this life ahead of me.
Africa is where I want to be.
I jolt awake from my dream with 
sand on my feet.
With tribal drums and a rumbling beat.
This was more than a vivid dream,
I knew I was there.
With so much sand still in my hair.

I dream of you every night.
And every night I see the light.
The light filled with my ancestors 
Walking through the Serengeti.
 Behind them I see a pride.
My ancestors are my guide.
 Dreams of Africa every night,
and every night see the light.

I feel you flowing through my veins,
Im calling you, Africa
Hey, Africa.

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Team Poetrysoup July 14, 2026 at 6:54 PM This poem’s vivid Serengeti scenes and ancestral heartbeat really hit different, Trella, feeling that warm wind through your hair made us almost there with you. Cool how it blends dreams and deep roots so beautifully! One day, I get to Africa.