i sent my lover on a trip.
I sent my lover on a trip —
far from nigh Nile to Atlanta.
i no longer see neither the
jealous sun nor the envious moon
cos they rest in her eyes, 'n' she's gone.
i hate this road, i loved it once;
a stretch of blue waters part us.
shadows are indistinct, yet we
see beneath a blue moon; i mean
we see, in my faint memories
and in th' pictures of empty frames.
i miss you. because i ne'er did.
"words from the innocent mind"
Akinwale Peace Akindayo