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Muse: Let good paths…

Memories become tales untold
Hope are dreams in soft shield
If all passes into a sort of legend
Then let good paths never fade


Folklore: Let’s play under the Moon light


Breezes of your presence come to me each evening, with mild rosy fragrance 

The voice of the wind sing with you when you sang of the Nightingale and her lover 

And now it is our tryst, one we waited upon, the one we craved when the sun was here


Now we make haste, for the night will be cold and we must stay near the fire, 

Under the baobab tree our love will blossom and there our tryst play our fancy

The mild air mix with your fragrance and the Night herself has come for a sniff 

Merry evening, one of love, beneath the tree with the moon shining long and bright

But the evening is still young and so will our tales be and the ones others will tell

Let’s play hide and seek as other youth gather for the nights tale

Let’s wait for the youth, lovers to gather

And this night there will be no timidity

Ah!  It must not be this night, no no no… 

And if my wit tries to run I will hold it back… 

But I have not come to watch anyone but you

My jewel, I am your Lion, your forest King! 

And before the night tales are spent

We would have lived our Romeo and Juliet! 


A Lovers Tale

I remember when you left for the city, walking lean and tall
When at the hilltop you turned to wave me the last goodbye
I remember the tears of the little ones as they try to hold you back
When as you walk away, facing the suns light as she grew dimmer
I remember your lovely heart warming letters written to me
When I thought I saw your face on the passing blue clouds
I remember when you sold your cloths to buy me food
When even in your traversing you sent me weekly flowers
I remember the queer nights we danced under the baobab
While the airs were soft and sweet and the moon shining brightly
I remember your tenderness, your care, your trust in me
Even when you travelled the world to find my daily bread
I remember your promise to love me forever
To hold me even as I become old, weak and frail

I return my promise to love you with all my being,
With all that God Almighty has given me
And that my love for you shall never die