Ribbon

By

George O. Obikoya

You draw me closer to you with infinite might.

You capture me with your beauty with no fuss.

Your sublimity gems my soul; fills me with love;

Stirs in me a steadfast faith that it’ll all be fine;

That you’ll take me to a delightful place;

Free, forever with relish to glow in your grace.

With deified vows you lend wings to my soul,

And promise to be my inviolable rock;

See that my life flourishes, not disintegrate;

Blooms immeasurably in harmonious grace;

Is serene and secure even in troubled times,

And will sail in glory that your favor bestows.

You lay flat for me to fly in your eonian space;

Free to rendezvous in your intricate branes.

Nestled in a ribbon afloat on tranquil breeze,

Heavenly, shrouded within your kindly crypts,

An intercourse with the primal soul unbound;

Always ready to welcome home a lost being.

To wade, an expanse huddled in a finite brain,

And savor the pomp of your presence with faith;

Your labor in a beaut that not just seers perceive;

Crafted in fleeting contours, and saltating winds, 

An eternal allure of vivid garlands you share,

Illumines a flinty angst and renders it inane.

For my present leaves behind its shadowy past;

Cuddles brightness that cows the beast of night;

With blazing fire, unfazed by fear, pain or shame,

Wallows in the depths of an ecumenical soul:

Where presence flowers sublimely forever more,

Not braid my face with gaps cut with sober sweat.

Yet, my luck in your arcane splendor is veiled.

Caught in an everlasting cosmic power play,

Faith brawls with my mind to declare or deny,

That, your vow, prevails even in my uneasy days.

For a certain date with fate in infinite space,

Beckons, with choices that can, no longer wait.

My soul humbly avouches your oath; even with

The town crier’s gong that jollily trumps my end;

The cycle of time that tells my mind to stray;

The omen of doom disguised in worldly vein,

Ready to suck me into eternal tombs of pain;

My honor, my promise, my faith true remains.

Never ever hopeless will be my deep desire,

To be with the sublime; infinite; the edge, 

And with glee, to celebrate our union for aye;

An inexorable passion borne of hope for souls

That seem must endure to pine in cyclic pain:

But they’ll be free to rove your way; reposed. 

Let me pray again and lullaby for a smile,

On myriad cherubic faces snared; interred;

Gentle souls lost in morbid cycles time feeds.

Innocence mired in sophistry, perfidy; hate;

Left to suffer eternally, blamed, not charged.

Fated to perish: to waste away, with no plea.

Show me the sentinels of the mores of yore,

The preceptors of the lore we relish with zeal;

Relic of an age of tepid tastes on human fate;

Of the voices it sires that beg us to be free;

To explore murky worlds to rouse our mind;

Not the bore that so sadly seems now our bane.    

There are no guardians on our planet anymore;

The truth has come to bid our souls a last adieu.

Now we stand aside and watch minors starve;

Or roam fetid streets to panhandle and solicit;

For means to mollify a moribund being to run.

To whom, pray; our heroes lost in sorry haze?

The dusk sky dyed red spells alarming gloom;

Storms gather buried in the stillness of night.

Juggernauts now set to rumble in outer space.

Arms spread to heaven pray in chthonic holes;

Songs of praise bellow from nervous breasts;

Not a thing will change affray so long overdue.

The desire that the dance of imps fail to sate,  

Says why life traded in sordid, fiery voids;

Lost in a ceaseless cycle of toil and tire;

Sisyphean woe for even the old and lame,

That hearts which peace now mystify, inflict,

Will in time, immutably and forever fade.

Let me await the monumental cosmic brawl.

Faith and valor for sure will prevail in souls,

Resolute to be free of misery and hurt;

Yet, set sally with the infinite primal soul;

In unison with other mortals locked in void;

Netherworld: At war to exit nothingness. 

Be certain that your cry rings in varied space;

My promise of love for you for sure remains;

Immortal as the ribbon: imperishably pure.

As will your desire to breathe truth, survive;

For you are, your hero-god; just and kindly;

But the war you wage within you ever will.

As you strive to banish pain, for endless joy,

Be sure of your place in the celestial realm.

With victory your faith breeds hope, and love;

And players croon in sync on the cosmic stage,

To celebrate and relish the countless worlds

In the ribbon: across the consciousness chain.

You will see the fullness of life that you crave;

Bathed with love in pristine Venusian springs;

Divine roses adorn wreaths on sacred maids

That your mind caged in vile urns, free, adores;

Amazing grace on the embroidery of time;

For you in victory: as you amend your ways.

You will be happy, very happy, in your days;

No matter how many they are on any plane.

That you are now in tune with the ribbon,

Yet another gain, for the faith you embrace

Opens your now into the past and future;

Sure awareness: that true liberty brings.

Even though my station moves so fast ahead;

Further into the abyss where no one knows

My love for you and all remains unchanged;

As my spirit lives in you wherever you are;

And liberates you from the shackles of life,

Of murk and shame locked in endless crypts.

So your faith tells your fate; and you decide;

To follow the path of goodness or to derail;

In the fragile rites of passage in transience;

That you may witness the prospects of bliss

In the ribbon manifest in your mind, pure,

As the sublime beauty in you that you crave;

Not the tragic fate of your soul dead for good.