Dream

A Poem by Femi Adejuwon

Written from a dream I had

There are no wild flowers
On this mountain made of glass
In this moment, unimportant
But I saw it fit to ask

What is a beautiful reason? There are none.
Reasons have a lack of face
Lack a form with perfect seeming
Lack a body carved from grace

There is no, room for love
In my spirit, I know not
How to own a thing like that
Nor the belief that I can feel it

There are no clouds ahead
It is not sky, that lies above me
Am I dead? Something to ask
By my own hand? did no one stop me?

There is no, ease inside
This gold bottle, that I hold
Watch it hurtle, through the air
And so I treat the ones I know?

There is no, rest at night
For this spirit, wicked man
No lonely boy, is what I strive
To convince my self, I am...

There is no, proof of you
I do not need, facts to tell
My mind you live, walking
Past, I, am disease, you are as cure

I do not need, these days
To sleep, before I dream
These days to lie, to find
My rest, I only muse, I think of you

I am not, going to try
And find you, in this world
I will not hope, for change
Might take away the peace

I do not have. You are
Yellow against white, I know (chuckle)
It makes no sense, the day
Gives way to night, and you

Come to me in bits, and pieces
Of a granite heart, begin to
Merge, again, I live, as always
But in this moment feel...alive.