Ethereal Devotion Poem by Olawale Oluwole

The dew drizzles softly,
Kissing the painted folds of my laps,
Whispering the ancient songs
Of those who came before us.

My heart struggles with truth,
Yet beats with unwavering devotion to you.
Why would she let her tears fall?
Is it the drum of a strange, distant rhythm?
Will her breath wander with the wind?

Ah, the wisdom of the unseen,
My heart exists only for you,
To quiet every rival and shadow.

My shirt is woven for your touch,
In the sacred time of your betrothal,
My hands reach through the folds of history,
To touch the glove of your memory.

And yet my head bends willingly,
For the warmth of your night kisses,
Each one a spark
That lights the silent heavens,
Bringing the world
To its awe-filled applause.