When would you seek my face
and drink my blood,
beg white lilies that flow
gather yellow sunflowers that scatter?
The howling hyenas frighten you
with their big flashing eyes
and the lions teeth and claws
gnash and prance at your smell
waiting at the foot of the mountain.
You will never come,
and see the gleaming beauty
that hides when the moon is full
when stars surround forest
till you bow and rake your fields.
Dance!
When the sky is open
When the rain falls
when the trees sway and sing
when the night folds.
Then wait!
Till break of dawn snuggles you
then God cries
then God laughs
then God molds blood
like bread of clouds,
to pelt the fields and
feed your mouths.
'Dance! When the sky is open When the rain falls when the trees sway and sing when the night folds.' Nice lovely piece...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent, a great write and good read indeed. Perfect imagination coming out from deep thoughts of a bright and beautiful mind. Applause to the author.