Yuletide in the Dark Continent

I awoke in the land of a thousand voices 

where the black jewel sits at the top of the Evergreen 

and Yuletide melody tinkles from a distance 

The emerald heart forges itself in a cycle of renewal and rebirth

The land is a tapestry of forgotten dreams

glistening across the vast space

There is a thrill to the crackling fire of holiday bangers 

that projects the future and burns out the past 

Vices and shambles embellish the cradle of humanity 

They become its attire and the window to its soul

But there is an illumination of the spirit 

A period of sharing, nurturing and nourishing of a new life

                           ©Ola Femi