i held your tongue
thinking it would reveal
how a sea runs into a boat
where you lay on breasts
this is how
lovers’ days are measured
break the silence that sits silently on nights
the moon is a stranger
walk your fears on the lips of shadows
let them watch you sleeping on a stormy sea
life never builds you home when
your heart is abroad
—wake, the future is at the train station
let’s race it before it leaves us behind
or we look ourselves behind
to hold memories
you sail into my eyes and become a poll
of thoughts living dreams in my heart
you become memories that fight for survival
in my fist.
About the Author:
Ayinla Olawale “Wale Ayinla” Joseph is a young Nigerian poet who is vast with the definition of life in things that surround him. His works have featured on several blogs and magazines, amongst which are Brittle Paper, Prachya Review, Peregrine Reads, Dwartonline, Tuck Magazine, PenEgg, amongst others. He is the Editor-in-chief at dwartonline.com. He tweets @Wale_ayinla and blogs at dwartonline.com.
Photo credit: Michael E. Umoh.
Photo title: These Are No Tombs.