A prose, a song, a poem, Look yonder
Have you heard, a song, in its innocence
yet revealing layered nuance, the loudest silence of
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