Ruby petals under the golden sun,
The boabab that gets better by the ages,
Rhythm of the flower whistled song.
Essence of gold and light of diamond,
Book of warmth of countless pages,
Red of the rose, green of the almond.
what luck my heart did make me have,
the joy I see and the way I seek,
the beat of my heart and the love that I have.
And this I’d say over and over again,
with loud,loving, late night whispers,
to turn your pains to a dream tale,
where you in my arms our boat sails
us kissing, under the clear full moon.
Morakinyo T. Bolarinwa (Beehem)