Cuddling the hours when bakers toil
Savoring dew drops while they last
When from slumber my soles recoil
Sails ahoy , I break my fast.
Minding my bearings along the way
Warm sheets and pillows lost in sight
Deep in the city's vast yawning bay,
Stirred by purpose my dreams take flight.
Not for tokens or heaping stacks
This diurnal ritual I partake -
But to venture past life's booby cracks
Beyond where laggards stooped and break.
Now touched by the wind, alas I hail
The parting of the sea..the birthing of the truth.
By Hope Kalé Ewusi©
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