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
I feel dreams cascading down the waterfall of my memory. I feel the power of life terrible in its fragility. I look inside myself and feel the whisper of sadness raining beneath tears of joy. I close my eyes and I am covered in sound. I remember the strength of Africa – An aged land that holds the key to the mysteries of life and death, Love and hate, joy and fear, quiet and chaos. I shut my eyes and see the brilliant white light caught in the forked lightning As the air crashes around me with the thunder of her power. I hear the echoes of silence caught between the whispers of God’s heartbeats Then Africa rains, freely and unashamedly she mourns the death of another day.
Lost in the mists of time The dragon lies sleeping, His hot breath forms clouds Holding the fierceness that is his beauty. Dawn dances over his scales As his muscles ripple in harmony, Her soft light touches each horn And his heavy tail slides into sight. The walls of air fade into sky While dawn blushes in joy, Her lips curve into a smile Anticipating his wakefulness. As dawn’s sweet singing Fills the dragon’s lair, His eye opens to gaze on her With a passion aflame with fire.
I remember the day I left you That first morning I woke early I crept out in the dark of night You had violins playing as I sat and watched you wake up The morning was slow in coming As the sun bathed you in his warmth My breath caught in my throat at your beauty The morning was slow in coming As tears rolled down my cheeks I wondered how I could say the words Did I tell you that I did not want to go? It hurt too much to stay and watch you change I never will say the words It breaks my heart to say goodbye Mountains will move before I call another home I never will say the words Though I am not with you You remain a part of my dreams I will forget who I am before forgetting you You are my mother, father, husband, birth, death South Africa…My truest heart I remember the day I left you The morning was slow in coming I never will say the words I will never say…goodbye
I dream of a land of violence and passion My land holds my history My land keeps my secrets And at the end My land is full of death and life I dream of baking sunshine A place where I sit on rocks and am Deaf at the ocean’s roar My eyes see far and vision has no borders I dream of the cold reptile It slithers along with a gentle danger This serpent is like my land I dream of Cold, warm, death, life, history…