Elemide Benjamin
In the day,
we journey into the sun
to bathe our tomorrow
in the rivers of colours.
At night,
sun journeys into us
to be baptized in our dreams
while we memorize script of death.
We journey the path of time
as though we know the end,
only to discover it
is a beginning to another life.
We become beggars,
begging desert for wine
how the sun beg to drink
from wells dug in our eyes
while we ride wishes as horses.
Then, we,
travelers on lonesome road,
famished, bend our life
into an allegory of a gourd,
began to sip silence from wind
like history of dust at dusk.
Source: Enigmatic Global Concept
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 22 July 2017.
Editor’s note: Originally published as part of the 31 Days of Poetry series on VicAdex.com on 22 July 2017.