Baru Gobira

It is not for me little girl
The wind brings the rain;
It is not for me little bird
The sun warms the grain;
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Every face hides a secret
The eyelashes bat once in acknowledgement
Shared and yet hidden
Longing to be released
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You should never have covered it with a shroud
Hoping to find a cage of darkness
With an invisible lantern
Singing the song of light.
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SomeWhere inside me, lost
In misty folds of time,
Soft falls the sound
Of a child’s anklet, tinkling, gently
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A face with a nose rubbing the car window
A gesture accompanied by a futile plea
Pressed against glass and beseeched by one
Who may be accused of withdrawal symptoms
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When you’ve lost that which was there
Much that you said had not been fair
The Sheppard had left his staff for repair
The bells had gone silent
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I was struck
With a reality bolt
If I were destined to write just one line
What would I choose?
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Ask a street florist the way to peace
He will sit you down
Sip Coffee
And expound
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As a small boy he would sing
For he could run and play
Only if his sister slept;
He would sing
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Confined for reasons
Other than credit card dues
Forced to flip-flop o’er floor & spice
Confined to messages and ringing notes
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I touch, I feel alive
I cry, tears dry
I wait, fate gifts loneliness
I write, words dry
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Whose life was it that lies beneath a stone
Now unkept, moss, green with indifference
shadows haunted by unhappy sky
And breeze sweeping indifferent flies
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Go gently into the sunset
when you’re done riding the waves
Go gently away, once from the world of gaze
Cross into the tomorrows, without any disgrace
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When the mind is shattered by darkness
And light has flattered to deceive
I see earth spinning slowly
On a broken axle with ruddy hues
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Soft falls the rain on my soul
I feel not the water on my pores
Soaked, sliding like life
shadows in mime…waves behind glass
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On a winters day
Walking through deepening mist
Naked earth wet grass kiss
Anklets tinkle like soft windchimes.
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A spot the darkness called inside
Soon grew to make some smoke outside
Both mill and mall side by side
Soon banished darkness from the countryside
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I scoop the stars
Into my palm
In waters gathered from the storm
Each star
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Sitting inside the darkness
I step out, where else but
Into the hall of shadows
Searching a God.
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Who enters your house must decree
He comes alone in peace
His search is you and you alone
Or he must live forever in shadow’s zone.
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