I think I did see her,
the same as the imagery I once saw in my dream...
in my trance of an ideal African beauty.
She stood tall and bold,
a towering mass of elegance.
A piercing seductive gaze, the summit of beauty;
so words cannot describe -
And yet, there before me she stood
Real as my heart beat,
so real it seemed she walked out of my dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem