until we become nocturnal in the dark
let us hold our nights in the cloud
have it whisper to our dark longings
the unsettled waves that keep the sky
moving and bleeding from its wake
let us hold it like smoke rising
to clouds, merging and becoming
until burned by sun again
and we fall into this colourless void.
let our hearts be tanned with
the beauty of dawn’s loneliness
until we can come down to see us
holding nights between trees like air
whispering to leaves ‘it’s okay to sleep.’
Precious Okpechi studies Biochemistry at the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. His work has appeared in Praxis Magazine, Kalahari Review and African Writer. He thinks there are no better metaphors than the world above his head.