Little drop of wavering thoughts
Louder than the sounds of thundering steps;
Deep blindness beyond the depth of vision
Fading voices of lost minds in lack of diction.
Please, search me not in the dark
For I’m far away lost in the breeze from the hidden ark;
Let not the sweetness of my voice
Play sorrowful melodies of smiling promises in your heart.
I’m painfully wandering in the desert
Like a little boy in search for his lost mother;
I’m hideously pushing aside the hand
Playing the strings of the invisible tomorrow.
For I’ll walk alone in the hour
When the birds of the night cry;
I’ll sit under the Iroko tree
And wait for it to fall on me.
For in the days when hope disappears like a ghost;
So am I in the daylight walls of your world.