Wanderlust

Of heaven’s breath and royal tastes,

Morning born, and ‘vender scents,

Whispers tied in dayspring dew,

My place in you, is new born day.

 

For wanderlust I should scour several lands,

Push my feet till they weary of the travel-

And I should have roving eyes, never content,

Still my place in you, is new born day.

 

Where should time find its birth,

Or form whence do the dates begin?

To wrap eternity with cords of the infinite,

And several questions come to the fore

 

And at the fore we are face to face with our other natures,

Humanity’s lust for the travel and the possession of territories;

I am lord, and you are liege,

Our hearts merely one giant parcel of land

 

I seek to control the skies

And study to rule its depths,

I should take the horns of the morning

And engrave my stamp in the clouds

 

Would that imply its loss of innocence

When the dawn loses its childlikeness?

And would I steal its youth

In my wanton greed for its center?

 

Though I may, criminal that I am,

And in every sense strip its gloried coverings,

In the end everything comes back to the beginning

And aren’t I returned to the beginning?

 

Of heaven’s breath and royal tastes,

Morning born and ‘vender scents,

Whispers tied in morning dew,

Like new born day, my place in you.

Reviews

[ReneeJ]

Your use of Imagery is always impressive. I love how descriptive your pieces are, yet they never overwhelm. You are a great writer, so keep writing!
p.s Have you ever been published in a poetry book? think I have seen you in one.

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

Thanks R.J.. I try to be as vivid as possible. And I'll definitely keep writing.
p.s: No I haven't. I do have a blog though- opeyemijideojo.wordpress.com

[Coyote Poetry]

We will play many people in a long life. Saint, criminal, lover and abuser. In the end if we are lucky. We will know what we need.
"Of heaven’s breath and royal tastes,
Morning born and ‘vender scents,
Whispers tied in morning dew,
Like new born day, my place in you."
The above lines could stand alone. A new day can mean a new chance if the weight of bad deeds were light and can be forgiven. Thank you my writer friend for your outstanding words.
Coyote

[Opeyemi Jide-Ojo]

Bless you Coyote!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend.