When The Route Goes Further Than The North Pole Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

What you have been chasing,
While precious is more dangerous
Than the poisonous mushroom
Outside? It is as soft and as
Tasty for it is equally rare.

If it is the white lights that
Lead you on, ask them how far
You have to go for if it is further
Than the north pole they have
Been there.

They will tell you that to be
Seduced by the sun is futile,
For it shines in all colors,
Gold and bronze and tells you,
Its soul and yours will be one
All a hoax for chasing this love.
The only thing that is as good
As chasing the white lights
That look at you as they speak
A truth nobody can oppose.
No need to prove you are lost.



The victory you seek is hidden
Beyond the poles for its fame
Has made it so dear it lacks a
Name. Love is a name we use for
The force it is, is more precious
Than gold. The danger lied in
Being lured to the ends of the
World where hunger and cold devour
Their prey by preserving it in
The icy cold forest and no directions
Exist on where and how to guide one
On the love sick path.