Dreams in Retreat.

“A dream in retreat”

Who lives here?

In this house with

The smoky roof

The gravel-sand

The metal gate

The barking dog

And wooden door

Come out on a

Whitened horse

And grow from five to twenty-five

In a matter of

Seconds, seconds

She lives here

With the pearly mouth

In the Lagos sun

With a strawy hat

Her face, a place of

Fading skies

The birth of the universe

Foretold in her eyes

She comes and goes

 In the dead of the night

And I am left with

An inkling

The mere smoke of love

In dreams:

We touch and talk

Of home

And dare to speak

Of being whole

The father in one

Room, while in another

My brother, sister and sister

Are mum

We dodge them all

To run the roost

Till we can make

This heart, a roof

In dreams

I retreat into

This place

This silent, squeaking

Spirit of Grace

And live for

Moments, tops of

Mountains, clear

Views of space

To wake up, step

To step, from her gate

Going and coming and being

At home.