NGIYAKUTANDA

In quest for that word,
Silent the season,
A handful a reason,
waiting.....
slowly,
painfully,
deeply,
sinking,
Who but knows the color of the soul?
Blamed for painting your toneless name on the sky,
Mortal beings pregnant with judgement,
Whose sight has no legs but words....
waiting.........
gently,
softly,
smoothly,
drowning in the harsh screams of lifes' streams

What they think, slowly dying
Crashed to dust,
Dead as yesterday,
For now it is but;
YOU,
the breath of my heart at the tongue of your soul,
tasting,
moving in but slowly,
to the secret place,
whispering,
ngiyakutanda....
For if today shys away
The future has you and i smiling
That sunset that birthed dusk with unending dreams.