This’ Call Fieldsdream… Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Prattles’ the litter bore of chatters with drifting clouds
As revel’ sky dominance laid ‘pon view
Renders’ thought of journey
Given thoroughness wrapped in heaven gaze

Whispers in Dreamsfield
Darken, dim, sunny, light be facets Life mine.
Blackness deepest, seem nights evermore fallen,
Where sails I across’ cosmos came in path soulless earth
Given it through birth from disremembered passage,
Gently came’ churning light rays as dost morning sun

Morning sun
Of ascends in dusk passing earth atmosphere,
Showering up on demising earth’ life,
When rejoice’ befell stage cultivated clouds heavy
Of pregnant storms sails forth
Reducing sun to mild shades of self
But swift she as fought to rise again,
Brighter, than ever, sparkling and beautiful
And as stroll pass peak, begins set, begins wane
While darkness swallows up

So life mine
That birth left in binds establishing ‘pon fate,
Sheerer destiny them when round seem untouched uniqueness,
Impressed off matchless, days when around is of mourn, of sorrow’
Even flowers unspared as wither, shrivel in sorrow languish
And streams deserted of fish then water
That purposes set which seem nothing not
But be impress will to suppress, compress,
That dresses distress as address repress
Oh what blessing heaven often gave?
That uses hands to heal and let same hand die feebly
Perhaps of dignifying senility my serve that day
That come, that became, that have be before all
With days before untouched by difference
And hands washed of sweats’ service his, of own,
Served beauty towering wherefore history shall topple unmatched
The will the beautification souls,
Revival fading, dying beauty that make serene atmosphere ours
Spitting beauty,
In prominence’ came suffering woe,
Rendering great insignificant and beauty to ashes and vigor to frailty
But like sun, soon rise through clouds despair
But stepped in weariness wrapped in oldness that set I
For earth forgotten touch I’ as began and ended day without life mine
Our life does rise to set like sun, toiling unfriendly clouds
Each beginning commences the end

Oh Science
But dost fairest science not utter of its rise and set,
Dost science not call it misconstrue?
For neither sun dost rise nor set but seem as earth turns
Thus, sun truly never sets,
The earth conceal self from its sweetness
But run towards ‘once again after sour darkness taste,

Clasping forgotten
We never are aged,
Earth merely transit our presence and slay our veins’
But in deeds we are healed, renewed of its overuse
And after gone shall feel absence and in shades ours dwell.
Life perhaps is light in sky,
Sometimes sunshine, moonlight, sparkling star…
But in all’ light
And cloud shall come, shall shield and shall mourn
And after shall give path to our luminescence.
Changing with clock rhythm, tinkles