To The Beauty Not Yet Seen Poem by Oni Omotayo

These I write with the dawning breath of a new day
To the beauty not yet seen
To the hand not yet held
But for the praise of thee whispered
By the pillars of futurity and its chronicles
Of thy beauty and thy strength
Thy grace and thy virtues
Of which have stir in me both life and light
You've ignite in me a passion that was once lost
And have crave the choicest instrument of my hands
With ink born of the true spirit of roses
The ancient symbol of love,
With pure ointment wring from the souls of poets,
The proficient men of the old lands
And of my very own undying will
That will ever delight to be.
Once again I have hope in a new song
A call to rise from the ashes of a trodden dream
The earliest bloom of my racing heart.
Feed theses words to the birds
If we are just meant to cross our path
Only to afterwards say goodbye.
Make it a scroll of proof if ever we stand a chance to be
Lay it in thy most precious vault
That I may persist a desire in your heart
To crown you
In a world born of a dream no man has ever reach
In beauty no man has ever seen
In hope no voice has ever uttered
Save for the prophets who took foresight
Through my tinted eyes.
Neither has the beholder behold
The countenance these words is set onto
But in daily pursuit
Has our soul lean our most sacred secrets
Upon our faith.
I will look forward to the road
Ahead the feet of our youth,
Thanks for every of those precious moment
Devoted to the healing of my loneliness
Filling the vacuum devoid of love
And having me on your mind
Till I write another piece thanks is all I must say
It's a brighter day 7th of February 7: 16am
Still waiting till I finally reach the fame of my Angel
Again I say, thanks to you Ololufe.
Your friend does need you!