THE VIOLENCE OF LOVE
by Ayo Ayoola
Harmony sticks to the whole
Harmony sticks to everything
where night doesn’t fall.
Life’s morning touches the sky where all souls are temples.
Where all souls’ music is jeweled with joy
all hearts are perfumed flowers touched beneath
a wilderness of humanness.
A vine and flower in sunshine where eager winds kiss every sail
Harmony sticks to the whole
Harmony sticks to everything
where night doesn’t fall.
The dawn rises from the violence of love,
the violence of brotherhood,
the violence that explodes storms
as the moon veiled her light
all minds fill the golden dawning. All souls complete.
©ayo ayoola-amale 2015
A Poem For Refugees 