Holding Hands With My Muse

Aberi tutu awa leriso

Aberi tutu awa leriso ore baba

Babaluaiye awa leriso ore baba

My muse lives across the sky from me

while

our conversations more often take place across time and space,

voicing familiarity

about miracles

others can't

Catch.

Hands of golden cedar-blossom outward from her listening heart

Vessels

with the ability to hold

the universe. A working spirit

Only

She

can conjure periwinkle sunrises with a stone mocha wand.

can tumble aggregate by a river.

Baba e baba soroso

Baba e baba soroso

Babaluaiye iyan fo mode

Baba sire sire

You,

A sweet river flows, and

opens side, for You

vessel of a mystic traveler.