Air, Fire and You
Poem by Olumide
The fondly air is my oratory Words sometimes as oozing breeze Moments, as the gentle touch of wind My law is nature It’s art, it’s form and sculpture. My time is the recalcitrant sun Every day it is torn and gladly reborn My love is you I’d gladly spend life to say “I do”. I’d cross the mountains and come to you I’ll fill the valleys and walk by you. My God, my Lord. You are the third. My light and fire, the life I desire The one, my wholesome boo. My air is you.
Olumide is an Artificial Intelligence researcher by day and a writer all the way.