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| At which hour does the night |
Lungelo Mpatho Mbatha
At which hour does the night
Stop dreaming about daylight
When does the heart return from
Its foolish wanderings
To let the mind take control
When does love forgive itself
In order to realise that hope is only fool's gold
As the rainbow is their road
Were it not for these bright coloured
Pictures we took, or for other peoples’ memories
I’d think that maybe I imagined everything
Love at first sight, no such a thing!
Immaculate beauty, no such a thing!
Was it in mid-July?
December rains are falling down
Feeding the ancient streams of the giant Table
Steady winds cut through the bone
Into the marrow with a narrow
Blade of temperature
I picture the snow falling all over the Fuji
36 hours from the foot of the Table
I feel like a mountain!
I dreamt of you last night
Playing the games of foolish days
The Hand that made the flowers
Bright, made your face more radiant
And of me – O me! The cheering eye!
How long does it take normal people to say:
Perhaps it was never meant to be
And does the heart stop beating then
Or the mind, thinking of mid-July
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