A Bard Sails Home

The waves of the sea storm calms
and the sullen bells rings
the ferry of the candlestick burns
its wax melt down abruptly…
a sage has come grant him admission
How the notes of a spirited muser taste!
at the lips of those who recites his name
Okara, okara the ferry bard sails home
the waves of the desert covers our eyes
a blissful dust is raised up in the heavens

Adieu Pa Gabriel Okara
(c) Martin Ijir 2019

Soul and the body

The soul doesn’t rest the body does
like the wrens the soul sings
music to the creator
Why then say rest in peace to a soul
when the journey became unstressful.

In joy does the freedom of the soul
occurs from the stained soil of the skin
the soul recall its body memories
using the experience to form new notes on lyre
may my body rest to free my soul from this hell
(c) Martin Ijir 2019