When it rains the oceans sing
upon the vast drought of this land
the dry sands of this land
they weap for they lose unity
Long forgotten unity
O take the winds and let them howl
throuh the trees let them scowl
make these days dark with love
and light with hate
O imperseptible fate
I am not one to try
to make these days true
what is a lie if it isn't true
if it doesn' let you cry
O rains make me true
I am but a vastness
on and on I drown any traveller
this unknowing traveller
hearken me, bade forgiveness
I am not selfless
I am not selfless
these rains should fill my lungs
and drown me, bless
the other
Rains of fire burn me
I really like this one Elbert - full of truthful contradictions that make one stop and think...nice one N.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For one who's hardly twenty You've thoughts to say of plenty; Keep it on, Elbert Matt Loubser, An encore: Well done sir!