White Chariot Poem by Merlin Mwaura

I have traversed my homeland,
an' witnessed,
a countless memories,
that now lie within me.
Treasures that i have valued
and continue to allude to
to chance me a happy moment.

I have often used
the ventured chariot,
that which is most an'
gone to more places than my dreams do.
Cast to more winds,
favored weather an' sunsets we only dream
boarded by more beings,
than will i ever meet.

I am aware that my white chariot
has on various occasions
carried my beauty,
my beloved,
my all.
In all, but one moment i put my trust,
in her care,
in her safety.
Upon the white chariot.
But one destiny alone i leave to mine own,
one destination that no white chariot
can go.
One way,
one path,
one journey,
To my heart.

This white chariot saves my poor soles,
that 've been devoted to my
ever frequent strolls,
to places
from places,
that i once mention
and others not.

It is this white chariot that now
i bethink of,
where its heavenly haste,
is harnessed.
Of what nature I shall come of it.
For i would like to bring my bride
with such bold course
towards my heart.

I am often lonely,
when my love
sits, waits, or lingers
away from me.
An' when the white chariot comes,
Oh...
what great joy,
calm an' content an emotion,
strong and vengeful feeling
of wanting her beside me,
in my arms,
in our embrace.

I am lost for words,
sarcastic I imply it so...
for this white chariot,
does for me,
what love does for many.
Bringing the one thing,
the right being,
a special one,
the beloved one.

She.....