Friday, 2 March 2012

Great rivers of my community

All the time as though I never existed:

As this seeds are being placed to germinate.

As it blossom, bears beautiful flowers.

As the sun shine in the depth of the shadows

Of strong darkness.

The fracture of mine is melted in one gold

Pot of the Gauteng.

Blessed are those having a chance

To see you daily

Those who touch you

Even in their dreams for you are the best

Dream one would never mind to dream again.

Pouring waters of the upstream where

One stands in the downstream,

Never left cleaned but cleansed in heart.

Not smiling but milling towards seeing you again.