Archive for December 8, 2015


the African rains

Soaking,
the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.

Drenching,
the rains settle,
streaming through veins,

the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.

Absorbing,
the rains that settle,
within each of us,

herald rebirth.

And,
if you listen,

if you strain to hear,
while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.

If you listen,

the whispers of the ancestors,

speak to us all,
lending us warmth,
urging us to stand,

even though we may
stumble,

even though we may fall.

you smashed everything apart,
your light shone so bright,
you lost me from the start,

yet, and still,

you breathe within me as i trudge through another day and as another night readies itself to depart,
your light shines so bright,
deep in the creased corridors of fate ( do i believe that )

for you have the largest part of my miniscule heart

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