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.
Imagery of this poem is really very nice and amazing as clouds cry, breath and burn here with new hope and attitudes. Very wisely shared here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your wording and style, Job. Very nicely done. Thanks for sharing. Peace