Grave Poem by Nel Omofolarin

Over all eerie and fairies,
Sun's generous fountain ably rays.
Through purple-thatched, grey-patched cumulous bounties,
Various wanton mysteries eternally rains.
On wondrous thrill of a frail pace,
The pendulum paddles us to one morrow.
All tempestuous sail on towards fullness of life,
Always resigns at emptiness of death and graves..

This night tends lazy beds for busy men
Gifts witty minds with forgetful mares
Eyes that will never twinkle at sight of lights
Or lips blossom in smiles in happy seasons
Bodies which will neither groan at painful tease
Nor their hearts beat again, at living ease.

Love not the vast blue skies
Where colourful rainbow silently arcs
Nor the gossamer petals of a gentle rose
Which breathe-off sweet, romantic fragrance
For theirs are but frail, evanescent beauties
Mocking eternal virility of fairer thrills.
Should all i never said in our little familiarities
Offend eternal ego of their little magnificence.

Then, take this petty lullaby
In its pretty lore solemnly assures,
Fond farewell, to ferry you homeward
Feast thy gentle eyes on merry glee
Which abounds on glad celestial pathways
As we shed this good bye, with the saddest possible tears