through the windows of my soul


to the echoes of my mind

and feel the rhythms

pulsating from within

It is in moonlight

where deceptive shadows rule

that truth arises from my mind’s back

amidst tonight’s darkness,

a little fireplace glows

one where the flames flicker and shimmer

in resemblance of my thoughts

It is in silent nights like this

where only the chilly wind

breaks the resounding silence

with gentle whispers

and sends dust into unknown places

that I finally the inner oceans win

my mind is an ocean

where rivers of words, seas of imaginations

and streams of thoughts enter

tonight, as the ancient moon glows

supported by luminous stars,

I feel a need to emulate

I emulate by shooting my imaginations into view,

By letting the wavy emotions

full of life

crash into shores of dead white sheets

allowing the flickering and shimmering thoughts

pour out through ink

Now, I say again,

look through the open windows of my soul

listen to the echoes of my mind

feel my heart’s rhythm

swim in my oceans

and see like the stars

that I am a poet

Categories: Poetry


Fancy Goodman · June 23, 2018 at 9:56 pm

Ife this is so brilliant

Isibor Desree · May 31, 2018 at 11:26 pm

Wow… The use of imagery is so breath taking
These are the kind of writings one reads and feels there is a lot to writing than just mere words on paper.
Writing is the key to unlocking the hidden treasures of our soul, a place where we are not bound by prejudice but with liberty of expression
Kudos Ife!

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