Love Poem by Odhiambo Gilbert Francis

Sleep well, my love,
Take a rest now
And dream
Dream of me
Handing you a flower rare
Say you wouldn't accept it
Not if I'll not show you
from whence I plucked it
Not if you know not
Where to find it yourself

Sleep and dream
dream and wake
To a lover's note
Of words half written
About love that yielded not
Or arise
Pick the broken pieces
And bidding the past bye
Embrace the promise
Of another loving chance
For life's a journey traveled by those astir.