Knowledge

Knowledge I seek knowledge. His eyes seemed sightless Gnarled arthritic limbs pointed At the sun that now lacked any semblance of heat Heal me first youngling And i will tell you what will make free Bathe my tired limbs with autumn leaves And your knowledge will be synced I seek knowledge The grey's of carpet grass Cover rich treasures Buried just beyond my reach I need and seek knowledge To survive the darkness And the deception of idle dreams Light the fire young one Let's prepare our ablutions Start the mantras Maybe we can summon him That elusive shimmer The fates label wisdom I seek knowledge I know youngling Pray you find it Before the cruel hands of winter Slits your throat © Akintomide Ifedayo Adigwe All rights reserved