Guide me o my beloved

Let the stars of your eyes
Be my utmost solace
In the gentle tides of the shattered ship

Let the whisper of the night
Share me thy warmth
To wrap your arms in the struggles

Let the teary voices
Bring calm spill of thy words
For the cold comfort of the sea

Let the bruises of my knee
Bleed sweet taste of thy kiss
In the cup that we share

Let the departing eyes
Bring thy sweet warm smiles
With the water that take my face

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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