now i know why i have
been flying in my dreams
why i have those big black
wings amid the blue skies
i know why the morning sky
gives the light showers
behind it the faintest light
from the early sun
i know why the earth is joyous
wet by your passion
why the seeds of the jackfruit
finally shed off their skin
to give way to tiny leaves
in between those cracks of
old rocks that open their hidden
eyes to the first showing of
the tender hands of happy years
of your unfolding like umbrella
to the noonday sun filtering
finally what is hot and stinging....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The tender hands of happy years Of your unfolding like umbrella Love is indeed tender and protective. Nice poem. Sylva-Onyema Uba