YOU

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You
A ray of hope 
Turning my day anew
Making me want to live 

You
A coat of many colours 
Illuminating my life 
With different reasons to live 

You
A glass of water 
Always quenching my thirst 
And igniting the fire within

You
A glowing ember 
With hot furnace for a character 
To kill the rebellion within

You 
A burst of fine music 
On cold solitary days
Bringing calm to the storm 

You 
A thought of thoughts 
Running through my mind
Giving me sleepless night 


You 
A pandora's box 
That I can't wait to open
Yet fear to open 

You
A unicorn 
So rare, so unseen, so perfect
For me.

© Bello Abdul Ganiu Ajibola (Crying Pen)

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