Thoughts on a Reverb by Omananyi Yakubu (Guest Blogger)

When Heavenly heights
gets lowered for earth to see
stars become play toys
for bubble chase by kids,
when things we only habour in dreams
becomes closer to us than
our basket ball rims,
beauty will be beyond spoken
words we will only be able to sing,
when infinity bliss
invites you for a swim,
you will be washed off from
feeling less within,
when your smile is a decade old,
and continues with a brim,
your old age will speak gold
boldly written on your chin
when dreams becomes

wild for no limitation to trim,
a luminous path to
endless possibilities begins,
when you are neither awake
nor asleep wearing a grin,
will the pendulum stops to swings....?