PLACES WHERE REALMS CONVERGE
Seldom does death go to bed
unless it catches heaven taking a nap.
So imagine imagination as a man,
how mighty will he be?
In his eyes will be the portal
that uncovers the past and the future.
In his breath will moments be determined
and his voice will be the sharp edge
between sanity and insanity.
But death doesn’t go to bed
unless it catches heaven taking a nap.
I know a dark dove with the soul of a tormentor,
he has a horn at the centre of his head.
His beak is as sharp as a sword
and his eyes; were crimson red.
Over oceans, valleys and mountains,
he flew in search of what to eat
He hunted him until he found prey.
An adorable harmless female snake
Its white colour, crystal clear.
But hell came down with a pointed horn
as the dove dived with a fixed gaze,
while the innocent snake danced under the morning sun.
By the time she realized the danger,
it was already too late,
because death doesn’t go to bed
unless it catches heaven taking a nap.
So where really do realms converge?
Heaven…
Hell…
The Solar System…
Or you.
For if you had truly read this poem,
You would understand
that you have just hosted several realms
without even knowing it.
Gift Emmanuel Olaleye is a writer whose thoughtful poems cut across boundaries, published or forthcoming in Cultural Reverence, WordsRhymes&Rhythms, Spillwords and elsewhere. Olaleye’s literary accolades include the 2015 ‘Noble Pen Award’ by Doveslines Publication House and the ‘Poet of the Year 2021’ by Eternal Flames. He was also long-listed for the 2020 ‘African Writers Award 2020’.
Olaleye can be reached on Twitter and Instagram via @olaleye_gift & @olaleye_gift_emmanuel.