Night

My eyes are praying to be buried amidst the stars
As night chameleons to day
And the moon  seeks to set.
My eyes search for a safe abode in the lips of my night
The balls become heavy ready to walk the path of death
Till resurrection comes with the sun.
And my soul wears the garment of my body again.

Oh! Night, take my frail body into your bossom
And relieve it into Clay pot outside fire
Let the rain come,
Let the sun set
Let my bowels bear them all.

(c) Ogunleke Adekunle Emmanuel 2016.