Lonely Moon

___the lonely moonlight unfolds

a clear secret, a direct secret of my existence 

the chorus behind the jubilation of leafs within 

the snoring of the wind, _how they carry 

their own epitaph in every direction they roam. 

___the lonely moonlight reveals a secret 

through her disappearance at gray of the morning 

& her appearance at tail of the evening. 

dear child, by this 

i am simply saying 

“all possessions are loans, 

even my breaths.

___yesterday, a seed.     today, a rose.       

tomorrow, i will be a dust borne

if i remain a seed, that makes me a misser

if i remain a rose, my fragrance 

would be spread all over, in and out of jannah

just to say i am a sinner. 

if i remain a dust borne i would probably 

be somewhere around the pool

of kawthar, turning each and every tears 

that escape the battlefield in my 

ocean eyes into a prayer;     

pray.   i will pray to God,       

i will sing to God,

i will sing an emocore to God,  

about my aggros.

--

by S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan

S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan is a Nigerian introverted poet & essayist. writing from a hole 54 kilometers away from Kwara State. He's a lover of God and of his parents. His works had been anthologized or forthcoming on different literary magazines, such as The graveyard zine's magazine, O.P.A (Our Poetry archive), Avant Appalachia ezine, Ta Adesa Magazine, shooting star magazine, Believeau books and elsewhere.