Treasure Island

Oke Christopher

(ibadan, Nigeria)

To Astra


Shining star on high,
Behold the earth, behold you draw nigh,
You flame of dust,
Art thou doused with lust?
You who rode the sky,
Art thou now firmaments shy?
Stars never shine alone
But thou dieth alone!
You who lit the path for all,
Do you now by Milky Way fall?
Thou who art great and mighty,
Do you now take your ability lightly?
I would rather you were sailing across the skies,
I would rather you were as the eagle flies!
But I feel you plummet,
Like the daily act of sun and sunset
Look! You shoot towards a black hole!
Wouldst thou perish? Thy body and thy soul!
Even though your core is covered in darkness
Shine more and light my wilderness.

Submitted: Friday, September 06, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013
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