Heaven is within my home

Heaven is within my home
your hands pine upon my breast
My maiden, since I was born

I waiver and braver
An elephant that had found
its beloved soul

The love, bitter and sweeter
Like a page that got severed in the
Treasure’s island

I clasped my hands inside
Settling with the night
That gave heart its cloth

The diamond that got
its better sold

With a huge relief
I knew
I had found my sleeping hole


Image courtesy: fineartamerica.com


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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