The Mending Shower
The cloud of yearning has showered.
by Baloyi Mukelani
It never been usual,
I split out-
The inner city of my soul-
Made by dreams of an empirical pilgrims,
The dear great essence of my soul.
Togetherness is meant for us-
Won't be seeds to plant on the forth summer
Nor flower to bear on the forth harvest season,
Except the mending of our memoir with fidelity.
It been dearly great all along-
Cherish and glamorous
That's how it used to be-
Why though not forth?