The clouds run into each other and
seal daylight, launching night.
See the white clouds
Sharpened by a ray of sun.
I fear I am dissolving into heaven.
To the west, the clouds are haloed by the rays of the sealed sun
A soul beyond these hills will be graced by the sunset.
The chilling wind feels like mint on my skin,
A freshness around the ears,
Soft injections of sparkles
In every joint on my body.
I have not felt this way before.
Hills like magnified buttress roots of a grand tree.
The lord artistically created
And we have so craftily ornamented
With small maps of terraces and fields,
Each joined to the other like lovely musical notes.
Listen to the night cricket
Soothing you , drifting you to beyond normalcy
To a world of feeling
Where sound rings on so beautifully
Where touch feels so intense
And knowledge so clear.
The white egrets retire
As the herdsman guides the cows to the kraal.
I melt away to a beautiful place
Orange moon now smiles down on me
All around her soft violet
A moo of a cow somewhere,
Chorused by another,
A hooting of a car in a distant place,
And I am closer to home.
The moon she stands there,
A sun reflected on a dark sea
Floating as the swans that were the white clouds.