That Beautiful Somewhere..... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

I thought growing up would be fun,
until of course i met all the harsh,
realisations that we all need to face.
It's sad sometimes,
though we could be made of
tough hides.
that we still need someone
somewhere,
to find what we 're wont.

But i remember once,
when i used to laugh,
chasing the echoes in those green fields.
That the world seemed small,
and i liked it that way.
I could bring my love,
and we might have had been all alone.

There is this special place,
and why?
because that's where i could cry.
I am man..'Men don't cry! ! ! ! ! ! '
But here, i was a child of the universe.
I could cry all i want,
and somehow the air would chear me up.
There was a stream, i remember.
and my reflection could make humor,
and comit funny gestures upon my face.
I loved the water,
for it always seemed pure.

The scents there were livening,
damp with dew in the mornings...
warm and embraceful in the retreating afternoon.
I played at my hearts content...
with the bugs,
the twigs that fell, ever so gracefully.
with the ladybirds...
and with my thoughts.

It was and is somewhere,
i went to not hide from myself...
to face my inhibitions.
let them loose...
and watch myself use words,
like fingers plucking on strings.

It was a place of sacrifice,
to offer my heart to the universe,
for mother nature, hers were
the softest of hands.
And they were gentle..
I could always fall in love,
with everything she wore...
as i looked up in the sky..
her sunsets...the feather clouds
and when she whispered,
i quivered...
soft upon my skin.

Whenever it's time to leave,
I kiss my dearest goodbye...
and hope i'll shall come here again.
and let myself go...
It is that beautiful somewhere...
for there are no words for it
to hold it's meaning.