You to me are indescribable,
Unreadable,
An unresolved mystery,
A book without text,
A song without its melody.

You are debris in the wind
Your path forever undefined,
Easily distracted.
You flutter, float and flourish,
You fly infinitely and beyond.

Yet I ask you, beg you,
Plead you to stop
However pausing mid lyric,
Interrupting a poet mid-verse
Is an impossible task, I know.

But I tell you to stop,
And instead flutter, float, flourish with me.
Solitude is only ever temporary
There’s room for two
And together we are unstoppable.

Everything is pitch black
Birds have flown away
When the sun goes down at the end of the day.

The nightlights are turned on
In beds children lay
When the sun goes down at the end of the day

The world has grown silent
The trees do not sway
When the sun goes down at the end of the day

Everyone is tired
The sky turns to grey
When the sun goes down at the end of the day.

The darkness is endless
And try as we may
There's no way to bring back the lightness of day.

All people are putting
Desires at bay
There's no more to want at the end of the day.

O ye who travel the meridian line,
May the vision of a new world within you shine.

May eyes that have lived with poverty's rage,
See through to the glory of the awakening age.

For we are all richly linked in hope,
Woven in history, like a mountain rope.

Together we can ascend to a new height,
Guided by our heart's clearest light.

When perceptions are changed there's much to gain,
A flowering of truth instead of pain.

There's more to a people than their poverty;
There's their work, wisdom, and creativity.

Along the line may our lives rhyme,
To make a loving harvest of space and time.
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Source:
http://www.writespirit.net/blog/archive/2006/12/03/poemsben_okri

You can love me or loathe me,
Agree or disagree,
But you can never erase me.

I drive you,
Rein you in or rip you apart,
I encroach your mind with my conniving hands,
Yet you haven't the strength to expunge me.

However you might shut me out or restrain me
But in the end you succumb and I win.

I give you the hope to live,
The backbone to prop yourself up in despairing times,
The happiness to rejoice.

Call me friend or fiend,
Your fort or your facade,

Nonetheless I'm your past,
Will be your future and I'm here right now...
I'm undeniably your conscience

summer days.  
carousels.  
cotton candy schools.

bad kids in bathing suits
******* in the pools.

No. I won't remember your face.
No. You won't remember my name.
No. It wasn't fate that brought us together.
But in that one moment we jump and survived.
And it's all worth remembering.

A waif on this earth,
Sick, ugly and small,
Contemned from my birth
And rejected by all,
From my lips broke a cry,
Such as anguish may wring,
Sing, — said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.


By Wealth's coach besmeared
With dirt in a shower,
Insulted and jeered
By the minions of power,
Where — oh where shall I fly?
Who comfort will bring?
Sing, — said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.


Life struck me with fright —
Full of chances and pain,
So I hugged with delight
The drudge's hard chain;
One must eat, — yet I die,
Like a bird with clipped wing,
Sing — said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.


Love cheered for a while
My morn with his ray,
But like a ripple or smile
My youth passed away.
Now near Beauty I sigh,
But fled is the spring!
Sing — said God in reply,
Chant poor little thing.


All men have a task,
And to sing is my lot —
No meed from men I ask
But one kindly thought.
My vocation is high —
'Mid the glasses that ring,
Still — still comes that reply,
Chant poor little thing.

Days Gone By

Sun kissed waves like glass does gleam
As sparkling, rippling, beautiful streams.
Takes me back to yesterday
When time stood still in childhood days.
The salty taste of days gone by
Of warm sunshine and lullabies.
Memories linger still to comfort me
When life bears down without relief.
My mind drifts back to carefree days
Before life’s hardness took away
The Innocence of childhood wonder
That Often fades like distant thunder.
Seashells and sand between my toes
As Salty ocean breezes blow.
Memories as dear as the gentle sea
Are always close to comfort me.