VISTA

VISTA

VISTA

I think dreams find us because we are young

And free like this air around us

For I often wonder

How dreams, wings detached

And nestling in our sprightly nest,

Soon grow plumages and join the flight into age

Somewhere under this same sky

And a full moon

Announcing the passage of many seasons

An aged prodigal also wonders

How quickly time leaps, how quickly

Dreams shed their plumages in flight

 

Dreams hanging in space

Dreams hanging in space

Adeoba Gbenga

 

 

 

 

About the Author

‘Gbenga Adeoba is a lover of words. His poems have appeared in Sankofa LitMag, Bukrepublik and elsewhere.

 

 

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