Thyself Away Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Come behind the curtains, your act no more shall surface,
Your role my friend is done, your little play, over
Come upon my absorbing mirror to sink here your fears,
Sink all,
The interventions, distractions, all thy contemplations
And all that swells within your mind,
Suffocating there, the reach for the miles ahead
Know, the fields, the plants shall be fairer again,
The weary cared, shall by another be seen
And thy little one, by another, be cuddled,
Thy lover's wound, should by time be tended,
And thy duties taken, know
Know, all your efforts should by time be obscured
The cold, its arms afflicts all our reaches,
And stir worms, decay in the things loved
Relax now and courageous be,
Though no more, friend, on this stage can thy candle -burn,
Though no more on this stage shall thy hoe till,
And no more, on this sea, shall you sail,
Though, relax be and courageous be,
The bridge there, -we shall journey now,
Where quiet, all is smooth without murmurs
Fear not, friend, the endless dunes that see,
The gatherings of a pleased wind in a plain
Gentle, silence and warmth abodes there
Not rough ruins of perished souls or dried bones
Nor fear thee, the endless ocean that sees,
For upon it, a breeze waves new surprises,
That makes whence climaxes dreary seem,
Here, the dews shall be upon you,
And no more by time should you decay or rot,
Come now friend into the night you are drawn,
Deep your temples in the breeze and let your hands float
A tunnel, pace gently and hush the murmurs
Reaching out to god, fall into heaven
To here to hear of the lord,
Of the rhythm that soothes his troubled soul