A Cape Town Winter - Poem by Mathew Lewis
Neon lights and ebon string,
Rock and roll makes the devil sing,
Somewhere close an angel cries,
A faulty heart, a feighned good bye.
Mother will you hold me tight?
Keep me safe from the savage night?
And if my feet should faulter so,
There is but one place I will go.
She stands alone in a mighty cloud,
One that acts as a holy shroud,
We can not know her lofty hopes,
Her hands are cast in mighty strokes.
Oh that I were one that knew,
The beauty of a winter's view,
Because my father is but brown,
My lady now wears a pretty crown.
So here I lie and here I wait,
Resigned to my own little fate,
Waiting for the rain to pass by,
So that we once more may fly.
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