At My Feet! Poem by Merlin Mwaura

I lay my soul at your view
You: daughter of my land.
Tears trickling down,
Like the gems found…
In there streams,
Of my motherland.

Present to you, I
A bowl of silence,
Collect with imagination
an’ oft dreams…
of mystic a beast,
an’ as curious a rider,
my strange an’ beautiful companion.

Daughter of my land,
Charmed I am, by your composure.
Timid are your ears being…
quiver such they,
at my play of words.
For I speak a piercing truth,
an’ your heart knows it too.

At my feet,
Stand I on quick sand.
Saving every little breath,
To savor a moment with a strange kiss,
From an animated life,
Power beyond this silly wish.
With a daughter of my land
A promise treasured,
To me
by she, at my feet,
my motherland.