When It Was Quiet Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

Enana-Nisa pleaded: try not to cry,
We were posing out to spice the sky;
We were all there, Us: the stripped stars,
(My memoirs of nightly sparkling sparks)
And that bristled blight, low like snow,
There was a breeze, a floating sheeting,
An hallowed howl, though far fetched,
One would listen-the forsaken silence,
It was quiet, warts and wells swelled up,
She suddenly pound on solid pomp,
It smelled lonely, dust and drools,
Then, she flew low, in a poorly lit light,
And burst into dozens of flaring flames,
She was a rainbow...then a base ball
Soft glide on a green grass; pole to a hole,
It was quiet at first, sorrowful in the last,
It begun to rain vainly, forming mist thinly
It took us to trance, pale trenches of tears
Enana-Nisa pleaded: please, try not to cry!

~for the memory of Candle Lantern!

@2018.