Dreams - Poem by Esther Mukabi
Asleep, she was a bird, black wings, bright eyes,
She soared over clumsy buildings
And looked with pity at you.
But she is not a bird, black wings, bright eyes.
Does not fly over tall buildings.
You see fear in her eyes as she looks at you.
She dreamt she was the moon
Smiling at Owl as she sang
And bathed in first light dew.
Awake, she is not the moon
Deaf. She will not hear owl’s song
Blind. She will not see the morning dew.
She dreamt she was the wind
And could not hear your lies,
She sang and she was free.
Now she is not the wind.
She lives with your lies.
And she does not sing.
She cannot sing.
She has no song.
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