Bamba Posted on April 9, 2012 by sulaymanibnqiddees The moon fell in the desert’s lap Its dark dunes birthed a brilliant white His face burned bright black from love’s flames The longing of the depth of night A blackness pure, so dazzling Its shadow is the morning light The sun squints at his face, blinking Straining so hard to catch his sight His dark face so intense and bright He had to shroud himself in white Like clouds veiling the Heaven’s gleams That makes them both hidden and seen Like scents upon the morning breeze The echo of a midnight dream The dazzling dark flows through his veins Like ink pregnant with poetry And fills his eyes and skin with verses Teeming with love’s mysteries How do you see us from your seat Beneath the shade of Heaven’s Tree? The baobabs must look like lightning Flashing from the earth and falling Skies must seem a fickle frailty Whirling ‘round your finger’s ring The shadow of the shade of God Leaping from your pure heartstrings Floods the dry and dusty lands Sweeping the old bones along Dancing in the secret rapture Of the silence of your song Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related
its really really nice post 🙂
I got goosebumps reading it, very touched