I am not Gone

I sat, 

atop the lonely hill

a flowery flying dress, 

 listening to the hymn 

of the hummingbirds

 echoing in the wind. 

I sat, 

at the edge of an archaic cliff

 watching the waterfall

 flow beneath, 

listening to the music,  

pondering if I should

jump and give it all an end? 

I sat, 

under the shade of a hazel tree 

 watching the silent wind, 

russle dry leaves through the

 barricade 

the greenish aura kissing my lips

and gently caress my silky soft skin. 

I sat, 

at the crossroad

 watching the bees, 

explore the early morning flowers, 

foraging on their nectars to give life

to both themselves and the flowers.

I sat, 

in the hospice garden

watching the twinkling stars 

as they glint like fireflies,  

beside the smiling circled moon

looking at the infinity of the universe. 

I sat, 

on the lonely street bench 

counting the drizzling rain strokes

as they hit my frozen forehead

longing for warmth and comfort

and a caring hand. 

I sat, 

on the creaky railway,

listening to the muffles

of distant trains while

counting the footprints of soldier ants

as they keep marching in troops. 

I sat, 

beside the silent stream, 

pouring down those warm waters in me, 

asking river goddess the tale of my ancestors

I asked about life's balance

the misery and the pains, 

compared happiness and joy

how I could survive the trials.

I sat, 

at the seashore, 

rewriting the tale of the living legend 

On sand, 

as it keep getting washed away by waves.

Oluwakayode Taiwo