To Dorathy my beloved!

Do-ra-thy
Distance reduce the season’s length
Shining dimly on our window
It kills the clock ticking the
Wall around our day’s walk

The sea light that departs my day
Listen silently in total longings
As I sketch your face
On the path that I trail

Little beings make their way
From the stamp of burdened heart
Drilling its feet through the sands
That draws deep your name

The apples on the rail
Absence brown in their taste
For their flavor drops
With the parch of thy garment on the lay

My sleep draws the image
Of your heart
As the night dawn sunset
In the feel of my grim eyes

Our favorite spot
Kiss the lips of loneliness
As the warm embrace grabs the skin
leaving touch of stones to hail

Do-ra-thy
My beloved lady
Time plays the tale of thy face
Elegantly playing slow ride of friday’s song
In the feel of the lover’s dream

MO.

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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