The Dream Of Little Sophie Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Wake, my baby
The breeze passes soon
Wake, my baby
To hearken the stars
In thy cradle- come
To kiss life dews
Come quick- the tide’s almost

Hush, Hush here- my little one
Else slumbering grave wake
Amble hey- my only love
So- do not wake valley angst
Along fouls it- with
Hush, Hush I prithee-
Else shadows come for-

To yonder our pace is spawn
Yet lay fruitless weary that bids
Beyond fog that blind-ens us
By spikes and roses- our end
Hush little one- the fair peril sings
By the owl that trails-
And thro its eyes- death watches prey

Farewell- your babyish self
And on thus garment survival
For shadows march towards
Hearken o now my sweet- aught
To long slumber if could
For shadows march here
Do dark in calls its deep
For hunger too to devour- woo

But hush baby- mother here still
To find whence came- key out
Ha! -that path there obscures form
And tarry only- a shed that houses odd-
Hush -Hush my child- presage that dwells
From ruin gaze to weary shed- crawl
Suffer knee earth food than whole lost-
Mine, stir fear to quicken thy pace
I call- conjure fright yours to hasten
While wade off evil that slobbers here

Shed light o betraying shrubs-
That uses dark jam sight ours
O pulses like of moles have life
That your loftier acme should stamp
When thro dark, flee see
And lo- mine own gather acquaintance
For in there- much likes- ours
In spiders sprawls, dusts alike

Thy murmur calls death- Child
Hush now or thy cry shall betray this veil
But a prayer at heart sentence us not-
Hang thy cough or shall wake spiders there
That ever babies limb gobble-
And here to the pane come crawling
To see- valley shadows splits-
See -there third and fourth-
That here stare, at you
O, the stare bore you sullen-

Hide!
Hush in thy cradle-
Let thine cushions swallow thee
Hush I plea- so may hear their jeers
So may prevail these third and fourth
Hush I plea- so may catch their gossip
Their lips form like they desire thee-
Hide! -lay yet your life in pain than death
Bring ease- cushion writhes you scorn at
By, I see them closer come
And where perfect thence vanish-
Embrace on thy slumber- precious child
There chain in hand they strive to pull
And remain carcass in their hungry claws
And o this drooling mouth tells more
By, I see them hence-
And where perfect thence vanish-
That ooze do comes cuddling too
Here it thrust upon this haven so
In! -With invisible might holds all a sway
And hear them- his breathe- o poor child
Cease- thy breathe or ensue in drown-
Ease too the cushion writhes- precious child

See more as rob death on-
Behind the curtain- see demons sport-
Toing, froing there- our peril art
Shush still my baby off this clatter
Or shadows their descend quicker-
To take pleasures promised thee-
And o art- hid! -In pane there
And bear- the fire that is to live
For I sworn our woe with theirs-
And fair in it perhaps messiah dwell

Fear fright little one- I tell
Pleasures dwell in ashes turn-
To chasten and poison here,
And fuel so folly theirs-
The swirling atop us thirst
For heart it is they want-
But your heart hides in fire
And when the sun wakes
Shall find another body dwell
And tho snared be- shall wake soon
And all as were- shall
To crave cradle sleep yours
And art breeze that passes there
Dews that stars forth savor-
But fore- the ruin that is set!