Comments about Liebenberg Ndlovu
Is it true that you do not say?
Say that you heard me cry and looked away
As fragments of my life slowly ticked past
Like grains of sand in an hour glass
Is it true that your hand could reach
But sadly I went for so long with out its touch.
So I head the door to our worlds was a mirror,
And your absence held it up like a giant pillar.
Only you looked into it and saw through-
On the other side reflections as though mine.
Is it true that you foresaw my sadness
And kept to yourself?
How true is it?
Oh-they say you turned deaf at midnight-