Wake up my heart
take on your ears
To the string of the wise,
dont be dead to my
Dreamed song,
*
Wake up luminance
like the golden city
Of the hill,
*
Enough of a hidden
lamp under cloudy bowl
with nothing of addendum
only to inheinherit
wind
*
Wake up, run a tight ship
from Slumber's night
Party
*
Wake up, Bestow no
regard to the proximating
Hurricanes they
only last for a moment
*
Wake my heart
Enough of the cornea's overflow
Bathing my check,
Relentlessly keep pushing,
With persistent hands
Mountains are moved.

©Yakubu Daniel 2019