iyamuremye will (east africa)

In a world of my own
Sit in the open,
Serenely staring at the hub of the galaxy,
Snarling stars scorching
Sparkly holly hoisted to my eternity.
Shelling stars in slow motion saluting the Sonnet coronet prince,
Sizzling stones seafaring the will of their seldom lord,
Surely the solar system is slightly
Stretched out to sighing souls!
Swiftly, in a dive of spirit, I
Slide back to realism in my seat.