THE TYRANNY OF DISTANCE

By Niyi Osundare

 

There is a fruit

So high in the tree

 

Only the eye

Can taste its magic

 

A moon so high

Only the sun can savour its friendship

 

Another season of ears blissfully tuned

To the melody of songs unheard. . . .

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Lost

In the divinity of a sigh

 

I stand, tiptoe,

On Desire’s Mountain

 

But my hands fall shy

Of its quivering crest

 

There is a lingering line

To the lyric of longing

 

An indescribable sweetness

To melodies unheard

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Be

 

Like the dew

Which never forgoes its grass

 

The moon

Which never forgets its sky

 

The Amen

Always in search of its prayer

 

The arrow

Which never misses its mark