I have seen clouds cry
breathe and burn,
I have seen hills sway and move,
with the radiance of the morning sun.
...
Virgin heart, lollipop eyes innocent like the daughter of a reV
Idol nipples, you make no thing happier than I
...
Sing, Chebuchechet, daughter of the highlands
for your charming laughter
quenches the thirsty Pokot grasS.
...
From My Balcony By The Lake
I have seen clouds cry
breathe and burn,
I have seen hills sway and move,
with the radiance of the morning sun.
I have seen the lake sigh,
and release in a calm wind
the free souls of
dead fish,
I have seen
blown into my awed eyes,
the thick smell of sweat from an old tiring
lake.
I have seen blinding thunder,
gods different from mine
dancing in a flooding sky,
to the sound of lightning,
as Nyasaye fattens the land.
I have seen two trees older than time,
laugh and hug, make love and whisper
to make beautiful canopies to beat the cold.
I have seen the road that stretches from
the ocean,
and empties to the tired lake.
I can see a hill and through it
a rail less travelled.
Two doors from mine
I have seen love,
Up from the balcony
Of my house
By the Lake.