Poetry

I’m watching, slowly

I’m watching, slowly

as the wind of progress

if he could see me

whisper to me,

well, I can’t imagine

the sweet hours turns 12am

in the next morning

and expect to be either

grip by the sound of music

flowing through me, healing

but I am sitting here

and if you were sitting here

you would see, what I can see far from here–

the sun shining bright

and the breeze flow back at me

I feel like unfolding me into another me.

The birds flying

and waving their wings knowing

something beautiful waving through the sky

that I would never know

Apparently ways to unleash wings like the birds those in sky.

If only you can see through

to what I saw.

                                                    ~ Collins Nosakhare 

                                                       Nigeria

One Comment

  1. The breezy wind,
    The shining sun,
    The gliding birds – all are sights that rejuvanate one’s tired mind to the peak!

    Glory to them!