Charles Jagongo Ogola

(1972 / Kenya, Africa)

Love, See the Moon


Here over the roof I sit
A breeze so cool showers me
Here over the roof I sit

My love, come see
The crescent so clear that I see ‘Madonna'
My love, come see

Cotton feathery clouds remain
The moon winks as light clouds pass by
Cotton feathery clouds remain

Love, come up the stars glitter
‘Madonna' holds her child in supplication
Love, come the stars glitter

Here take my hand
Ladder is safe in my arm, a post, you subtle maid
Here take my hand

Love see the moon
In your shoulder, moon's silver gaze, a soul that blesses
Love see the moon.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 02, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, October 02, 2012
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