A Time Will Come Soon. Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

A time will come —
when the moon spills its smokes
over the face of the land,
Some men will loose their religion
Pride and demons will be celebrated,
and the world won't be,
What you hold in your head.

A time will come—,
I won't wait for you again in the park
Like you use to see my coming,
You only hear voices of travelers
Filling the air with callings,
For I have choosed to ride alone
To where the weather wraps warmth,
Not like my grandma old blanket.

A time will come—
I'll be lost in maze of my thoughts,
watching silence and shadows play
On the cold walls of my stay,
Time will slips from holes of my fingers
All I hold will be lost to the sand,
where my heart beats
to a different song.

A time will come—,
though my friends stretches,
They'll remember me in their drinks,
My memory will stop their laughter
and their hearts will break fast again
They know a fragile thread connecting us
Beyond the reach of moments,
From the miles that part us.

A time will come—,
when the sun dips low,
and the day ignite its light,
know that I am there,
in the drums of your celebration,
in the lingering taste of joy,
woven into the fabric of the day,
though I may not stand beside you.