Drakensberg Triptych | Night | #NaPoWriMo

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I do not have a name for this feeling,
This deep wide open space within me
My eyes search for blood saturated sunsets,
My mouth yearns for the raw taste of dust.
My ears listen for the screech of crickets
They hear the rustle of grasses
My skin aches to feel the gentle heat of its sun
I see endless plains behind the veil of closed eyes
I dream of the acridly fresh smell of a summer storm
My spine shivers as the sky turns dark green
I watch forks of electricity shock the noon sky
And the ancient dragon cocoons into a blue chameleon
An eggplant curtain is torn open as showers of hard stones bruise the earth
Steam rises as the hard ground melts before baking
I fall asleep to an orchestra of sound and chaos
Crickets screeching, frogs bellowing, snakes hissing
I hold my hand in front of my face and all I see is a vacuum of shadow
The eye cannot measure the boundaries of this night shadow
Only the fireballs of space draw its shadow in pieces of light
These ancient guards of the night know the depths of Africa’s soul
As I know the untameable wildness within my African heart…bani gama lako

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Step Into The Darkness

Living in Shadows

Are you broken?
Are you battered?
Are you shaking?
Are you shattered?

Do you hear the night-time screaming?
Out your name
In the hours when you’re dreaming?
A waiting game

It’s coming
It’s coming
It’s coming
It’s here

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They Come

They come in Silence
on the westbound zephyr
hovering black on black
waiting deep within the night

They come in Silence
but it shall not last forever
Do well to guard your back
lest your screams greet the light

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