Art, poems and prose.

In the clement hour of season white, 
Our love, in the glaring of the blue eyes. 

We shall move unhindered like the breeze
Over the wildlife of the land and blue sea. 

I would pluck the fruits of the sky for thee 
As we lay calmly on the hay in glee. 

I will sing with the horn of the moon,
As we meekly gaze at the perching loon. 

A new cob from the finely grains arise
And a star appears in the blue sky. 

Forever stay by my side, my beloved
That our fate may be forever entwined. 

©Okunola Peace