Letters Poem by Sicelo Sithole

Beneath the dusk, lie the letters of undefined memory.
“The noon dies with moons desires” the first line reads.
Blind is the heart that saw, tears in words” the second line rimes in concerto.
Holy winds blow so low, and in extent, caving the angels resting above in harmony.
“Dark thoughts out of emptiness filling our lost soul and rhythm”, the third line follows.
Words in letters are true; they are the window to my past and a gate to my raw pain.
“Death dies within slaves, desire within fellowmen and envy within kings” the fourth is final.
The lines within beasts and queens, the letters within never die, they are the mystery eternal.