Secrets of the Sun
SECRETS OF THE SUN
I plucked you
These lines;
From the twilight grace of the rising sun.
I hold secrets of the sun
Within the depth of my palm,
I have anointed my voice.
At this hour…
My breath are mixtures of endless rhymes
And compelling rhythms
Pervading the clear air at dawn
My steps
Are like the dance
Of the ever present
On vibrating pulse of the earth,
I hold secrets of the sun
This palm
Bear age long witness
Testaments and riddles
Veiled in multi-coloured forms
(c) aduloju adekunle.
Copyright © Adekunle Aduloju | Year Posted 2010
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