This night; tomorrow’s dawn!

Tears so painful to harvest,
Whilst so heavy a burden to harbor,
If only everything would be golden once more!

The fiercest storms hit the hardest following sunny days,
Should have read the shadows cast ahead,
Were it not for the trickery of the sun that made the shadows shorter, perhaps!

This script, wish had rehearsed,
Then would have known when to wince and brace the punch,
But then, what if, the last time the dentist assured of a strong jaw! It’s now cracked; that punch!

Regardless,
Will make the play because have to,
And crack your ribs to your gratification.

Unfamiliar soils will have to lay a bare foot for the first time,
And after a massage to sensitize the limbs once more, mine sandals shan’t let you wear again!
Now am selfish uh?

Thoughts stroll my night away, whilst peaceful dreams pamper the night you walk!
You, the GOD, accept sacrifices daily offered. Will you reciprocate in kind?
In favour of oiling your back, now you can’t help straighten my collar in return!

This night,
Lay these sorrows to the world of the night,
Put a stop to the heavy thoughts,
Calm thou sooth a rocked yacht.

And tomorrow’s dawn,
Shall the flowers blossom nourished by the storms,
A kinder scene from the script, s’il vous plait,
Intact shall this jaw be, Inshallah,
And shall don I, my spongy sandals once more and bounce away,
The wolves shall be gone from my herd of lambs.

Then, I’ll smile,
But tonight let me sulk; again you shan’t smite a prepared General!

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