I See

Walking along the concrete road, with street lights bearing down, I feel a great gravity weighing on my soul. It’s at times like these I close my eyes and envision another place.

I see the bustling city of my birth, and the African moon as it tells its tales to the sounds of heavy baselines and crackling vocals that rupture the night.

Friends tip their drinks and call me by a long forgotten name in a language soon to be lost. Figures sway with delight and intoxication fills the room.

I see a stretched out savannah to the East, that touches the breaking Sun’s sky. Predators and prey on the grass lands below; intertwined lives dependent on the rushing summer storms.

Hearts of living warriors carved out of steel, weapons glistening with hubris, hunt each other with fiery desire.

       

I see torrents of rain on blood red soil that feeds bold and boundless rivers.

I see lightning strike the earth and thunder beat the sky.

I see the dying evanescence of a dream, the faded musings of cruel gods and in despair I weep for this scorched land.