Verities

And dead I am

suffocated with memories

the traces of your hands

phantasms that I close my eyes to receive

Dead I am covered with a cowl

so noone may see my tears

thirsting to the seeds outside of me

my own unborn children within

Dead I am with lips that utter not one word

and eyes that forget the blue

fields of cornflowers were once my promise

now the rains of Africa upon my soul

And alive I am

breathing with presence

the traces of your hands

verities that I open my eyes to receive

Alive I am uncovered by any hindrance

so all may see my eyes

drinking of the seeds inside of me

my own creations are born

Alive I am with communion

and eyes of topaz blue

fields of cornflowers are my promise

the rains of Africa upon my soul