Written by Dedoyin Shobo

It’s the way the sun shines
The intense fresh spritz of life.

The newly-born foliage suckling,
Their mothers pantomime
In the presence of the hills omnipresence
The morning, after the storm.

It’s the way I feel
The caress on the skin
The warmth in my blood
As the Sun’s sultry lips brush against my temple.

In this dream stead I see slightly
I pretend it’s only a mirage
Just memories
Broken with sutures, and
Deep ruts that are lores themselves.

It’s the way the sun shines,
The morning after the storm,
Goading me towards a clear path hereon…