Daybreak at Baraka
is the queerest sight I have ever seen,
as the skies blush
reddish in perspiration
from the passionate struggle between night and day.
Lending my ear to the fierce winds
I could almost hear primitive tribal chants
coming from far away,
celebrating the birth of light.
And as the womb of the sky
opened like lotus petals
I stood in praise of that ancient love:
the silent plea of the conquered
and the resolute reserve of the conqueror.
The wind silently screamed
"Thank you our lord
for blessing us with light, love and life"
Stare at the sun, know that you existed; and for a reason. Know that you are immortal, and that you are bigger than the whole universe. Know that you lived, and lived such that you left a blazing trail behind you.
1 comment:
you write so well... somehow i get this feeling you've grown up a LOT from when i first saw your writing. it's the same about the poetry. the maturity of feelings and perception is just amazing. and i love your style of writing too much. you're a little rocker going places!
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