A prose, a song, a poem, Look yonder
Have you heard, a song, in its innocence
yet revealing layered nuance, the loudest silence of
timeless beings
My skin is stranger in these parts, it dries, it twitches
to unknown winds yet they feel it with a cognisance
known only to strangers.
Did you ever go to hear a song, a poem in its every verse,
my soul falls deep, my ears listen deep
the strangest being in there silences of harmonies
tell of timeless pasts
Have you seen, heard a poem, a prose in it's greatness
look yonder, there is nothing mundane here.
This pilgrim was not embacked by my legs
yet i sit on an olympian deity's chair.
© 2013 Anawana Haloba