Boulders of Ice

I lean on clasping boulders of Ice

To set my face to the paws of the wind

they howl like polar bears

I left the battle of bones

On grounds where they incline like stumps of broken wood

To claw at the invading chill.

My eyes shall bear the balls of light

Tearing through the thickets of freezing forests

To claim salvation in a land forsaken by the sun

From bones to cubes, cubes of ice, ice cubes…

In a land deserted by the sun, I dwell on graveyards

Feeding on the pulse of the dead

Now, it’s the sun and the ice

Melting into a pool where I cease to exist.

                        If You Will

                              If you etch my face

                              On the eye of the sun

                              I will shine beyond the sun

                              And wed deserts to the seas

                              If you inscribe my name

                              On the arms of the wind

                              I will reach the flanks

                              Of the earth

                              And make you the new gospel

                              If you weave all trees

                              Like the braids of an African woman

                              Where all leaves will be in

                              Patterns of waves

                              Giving rhythm to rocks

                              I will steal the chorus of birds

                              And place your song on the lips of dawn

                              If you pledge your love

                              To the groves of my palm

                              I will make my hand a shield

                              Clasping the seed of your trust

                              If you let me possess you bloom

                              Like the flowers of my garden

                              I will transform the earth

                              With the fragrance of your petals.

      Almost Done

                    The day is almost done

                    And I am still a burden to a stranger

                    Begging for speed and span

                    In a race against time and destiny

                    The day is almost done

                    I learn new steps on needle points-

                    Blood becomes paint

                    In the canvas of skulls and broken bones

                    The day is almost done

                    My fatherland is still a beast on rampage

                    Gobbling gold and diamonds

                    And his sons lean on long guns

                    for meals and money

                    But then blood becomes the colour of justice

                    in the portrait of pain and poverty.

                  A Fall Into A Well

                      New events chew history

                      like locusts on leaves

                      The echo of a well calls me

                      I crash

                            in

                      Reaching for the mirror

                       in the surface of reflections.

                      The splash shatters the pictures

                      of dreams and hallucinations

                      I drown in my shadow

                      standing in ovation

                      for corpses called up from graves

                      I may be in the next cast

                      waiting to be applauded.