A Place To Rest. Poem by Poet Akinwemimo Idris

A single wick,
Of our single candle,
Can burn for years,
If just our palms,
Can shed against gust.


If there is light,
In our midst,
The shadow
Of our ugly memories,
Will sink in depth,
Of darkness behind.


Since we are both,
Tired of trailing,
Like African slug,
The path of all,
Devious lovers,
Let then create,
A place of rest,
In both our hearts.


8th June 2014
9: 35 a.m
Esie Kwara State.