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Why

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Mommy, what does the sun do at night?

It chases its twin
’round the world
for a spin.
As the moon rises up,
the sun goes where he’s been.
He wakes up the buttrflies
to dance with the dawn,
then in the morning,
wakes you up with a yawn.

Mommy, where do butterflies come from?

They burst from cocoons,
wings silky and bright,
from one caterpillar
comes this beautiful sight.
They’ll tickle your nose
but never will bite,
then flutter away
in the warm summer light.

Mommy, how do flowers grow?

They start in the ground
then burst to the sky
in so many colors,
a smile for your eyes.
Their roots drink the raindrops,
their leaves drink the sun,
then bloom into flowers
when their growing is done.

Mommy, who will I marry?

Well, I’m sure he’ll be special.
I don’t know his name,
but you’ll know that it’s love
when your heart he does claim.
Then, you will marry
have a daughter like you
to answer her questions of what, where and who.

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Short is the Night

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Short is the night,
Bright is the moon, the stars.
Yet long is the darkness.
Hours last, the sleep,
restful, restless sleep.
Yet minutes last, the dreams.
Tender may the morning be,
Early, new beginning hours,
though hard the day may seem.

I’ve walked within this garden,
stepped upon despair,
looked at many people

Still

smell the changes in the air.
We look into the sun, it seems,
let it burn us to the core.
Our hearts have turned to concrete
as our thoughts have turned to war.

We fly through life afraid of light,
as bats, embrace the night,
no longer touching anything,
we’ve lost our sense of sight.

We hang in caves,
we live in graves,
while darkness seems
the light we crave.
We shun the sun,
afraid, we run,
knowing well
what we’ve become.
We never forgot —
So we never…
                                     Forgave

Long is the darkness,
hours, may we sleep,
hard, the day may seem,
though, tender may the morning be.
Quickly, go the dreams,
Bright is the moon, the stars,
Bright is the sun.

                             Forgive…
Don’t forget the darkness.
For, only then, we will see.
Short is the night….

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When I Met You

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Where did the dreams go?

When I opened my eyes
the tangerine sun
the blueberry skies
walks in the moonlight
you holding my hand
our heads in the sky
our toes in the sand…

Where did the dreams go?

Are they afraid of the light
do they wait on my pillow
till I sleep for the night
do they hide with the stars
till the sun goes to sleep
or fall from my bed
just to lie in a heap…

Where did my dreams go?

The moon is a thief
he’s stolen my dreams
it’s common belief
he has a dark side
I’ve heard it before
he came through the window
then ran out the door…

But wait —

My dreams did not leave me,
they all just came true,
one minute after
The day I met You.

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You Are

Breaking over the hilltops
with beauty that will blind
if stared at too long.
You melt away
the icy, cold layer of chill
that envelops me,
with a warmth only you possess.
You cast light into my life,
You are the sun.

There is a mystery about you,
a romantic glow
in the darkness that surrounds.
You cast shadows of wonder,
a peaceful cascade of pale light,
so I may gaze at you,
so I may take you in
without fear.
You are the moon.

You fill a canvas of onyx sky
with splatters of sparkling light.
You paint pictures of white on black,
you mesmerize,
filling a galaxy
with droplets of bright love.
No matter what direction I look,
you are always to be found,
You are the stars.

You bring peacefulness to me,
pouring down on me
with drops of love.
You satisfy my insatiable thirst,
you turn my dry, burning desert
into an ocean of love,
drowning me
with your passion.
You are the rain

You sustain me,
giving me a place to be myself,
sheltering me from storms
that threaten to tear me apart.
You give me a place to grow,
you feed a hunger inside me.
Everything you have to offer is mine,
everything I have to give is yours.
You are my world.

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Soul Mates

It was in the soft part of the morning,
the time between 2 and 3…

Maybe it was the breeze’s fault,
the way the waves sounded
west to east,
lapping against the break walls,
kissing the shore
then receding.
I saw the moon skinny-dipping,
reflecting off the lake,
dancing across the waters
while I sat there watching
east to west.
There was a thin layer of ice
on the tree limbs
that sounded like
monotonic wind chimes
as they slapped each other,
trying to let the wind pass.
Light snow was collecting
like dust-devils
in nature’s nooks and crannies.
I thought to myself:
If the lake were
to suddenly freeze,
it would trap
the naked moon
in mid-dance.
The shame was on me —
You can’t trap the moon,
you can’t stop the dance.
Loneliness
was just something I felt
whenever we were apart…..

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You Are

Breaking over the hilltops
with beauty that will blind
if stared at too long.
You melt away
the icy, cold layer of chill
that envelops me,
with a warmth only you possess.
You cast light into my life,
You are the sun.

There is a mystery about you,
a romantic glow
in the darkness that surrounds.
You cast shadows of wonder,
a peaceful cascade of pale light,
so I may gaze at you,
so I may take you in
without fear.
You are the moon.

You fill a canvas of onyx sky
with splatters of sparkling light.
You paint pictures of white on black,
you mesmerize,
filling a galaxy
with droplets of bright love.
No matter what direction I look,
you are always to be found,
You are the stars.

You bring peacefulness to me,
pouring down on me
with drops of love.
You satisfy my insatiable thirst,
you turn my dry, burning desert
into an ocean of love,
drowning me
with your passion.
You are the rain

You sustain me,
giving me a place to be myself,
sheltering me from storms
that threaten to tear me apart.
You give me a place to grow,
you feed a hunger inside me.
Everything you have to offer is mine,
everything I have to give is yours.
You are my world.

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Lions of the Serengeti

The hunter
The gatherer
vanishing
into nothingness, whispers
of a once-strong voice.

Dealt with savagely
Savagely dealt
bloodshed
begets…
As time slowly fills
the footprints.
They were once
as plentiful as
grains of sand.

Friend or foe
Those who set upon heels
Watching
looking down
on the Bushman

For only Grandfather Mantis knows…

Why the ostrich Hides
his head
Why the hyena is
forever laughing

The San
Khoekhoen
Khoesaan
Khwe Khoe
Basarwa
‘Bossiesman’
The Bushman

No names

Wandering nomads
From water to water
Steeped
in culture where
folklore tells The Story.
All
life began as
Animals

Where the Moon hides
from the Sun,
Tortoise shells hang
from the sky
and the true Lions
of the Serengeti Walked on
Two Legs…

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