underneath the moonlight sky
&beneath a blanket of stars
a time when the spindle of stars becomes a garden of galaxies
i lay in a land afar of
quiet in privy peace
&smiling in blurred lightening
all i can hear is a lonesome breath
panting away the stigma of pains that robbed my pleasure
tinge of hours passed like second
in the heart of the sky i pinned
logging my wishes in the rivers that sank beneath the pelvet of silver
making letters from the pages of clouds
&melting my stony heart into cottons of white snows
in peace of love
until love melts its way via the syrup of medicine
as an antidote to my sickened heart
till love swayed my blurry eyes
to the land
of
dreams
&visions.
#korede_isaac
2018.

Korede, such a nice day, I wish to know what how the poem continued in the dream land.
perharps, this way;

Your soul left your body
claded with the beauty of the night before-,
you walked o'er the-
miles of pebbles o'er which a violet sun
throw her strands of light
but your body snoor to the night.

o'er those glittering pebbles-
with a poverty of troubles
in a pair of heavenly made shoes
you walk past the gate of the maidens-
you saw them- with eyes undescribeable by
the brain- but not by the heart,
their queen beckon to you
to sit on the throne of her late king-

Korede-- lands and farms
rich in gold and sapphaire,
blue oceans that run
like a bald dancing snake,
but you ignored all that-
you left women! Korede great women!
undescribeable-

You walk towards another gate-
you saw poets- you saw heaven-
tiz here! your soul-searching eyes adore
you swirld into the pool of e-motion-
you love it here- under the blood of the moon-
where crickets are poets too-
you sit under the feet of the tree of poems-
one of the ripe poems fell
on your head- which is the head of a poet-
you eat- oh palatable poem-
your soul is filled with emotions
your spirit is there in the heaven of poets-

But the alarm by your bed
will drag your soul out of the pillow
or from your bed
in the heart of tomorrow.
but before then-
enjoy- enjoy in the heaven of poets.

©®Ibrahim Clouds(SWC).

ibrahimclouds. and this is how the morrow fared.

and the morrow came
in gowns of wild lullaby
&duvets of great harmony
crowned in heads of emotions
riding the bracelet wheels of deep feelings

how the earth revolves
in circular tones of love
on the pages of my heart
&from the trees where poets grew
in bunches & armies
in it i took a treat
of apples that grew on fertile minds of great poets
with i served
my plates with sound words of love
mixed in pastas of rhymes
&cookies of great mind
till all took a swirl
as the day begun in full swing
with lanes and moves clusttered
with rises and jams
of work and works

attire grew in fabrics of love
all day long
in banter of remembered dreams
till i washed my thoughts
in pools of poetic theories
for there great abilities lie
to do and redo
of love and thoughts
@korede_isaac

Oh Korede-
you are blessed
to enjoy everyday of your life.
Blessings sent.