I dream of a rainbow wood
In a world beyond our moor
Where the moon looms as the sun
And fireflies twirl into stars

I dream of a rainbow wood
Of singing fairies and listening unicorns
Where dancing dwarfs and crickets
Weave music into the clouds

I dream of a rainbow wood
Its seasons telling stories of spring blossoms
Of autumnal colours and winds
Of summer’s delights and warmth
Of winter’s chill and plays of snowballs

Secluded streets in lamplight lie
Awash with cleansing rain
Awaiting dawns first sign
life has begun again

concentric circles on pavement form
left by heaven's tears
the solitude of this night
forever cast in years

I watch the drops trickle down the pane
and thoughts are of you once again
so long since I've heard your voice
memories did not leave a choice

With face in hands
I try to hide
the tears
beneath the rain

Don't worry I'll be there soon
in my old beat up pickup truck
on this evening of a half full moon.
We'll see if we have any luck.

I know that you prefer your trout
from tumbling mountain waterways
where hemlocks whisper and rapids shout
and cool reigns on these summer days.

But that would be too hard and far
(your withered body tells me so)
so we'll go to where a gravel bar
floods only when the turbines flow.

I looked at the streets of Lagos
Humans and vehicles disappeared
Freedom Park attracted a protest
Prices of things have gone up
Living wage becomes harder to run
Sudden subsidy withdrawal on fuel
The reason reeling at the center
Civil society joined hands with labour
Against the reversal of pump price
Hear the cry and the indignation
Like salt added to an open wound
The pains bit deep to the marrow
A call to address endemic sleaze
And bring perpetrators to justice