Each morning
the boundaries recede
Skies are still blue
Wisps of wind still stir
High noon marks an end
and a beginning
Must someone star
in a slow motion film
as a carp stirring
in the remnant floodwater
of a receding river

You move,
I stand still.
You shout,
I listen.
You search,
I am here.

In the desert,
Thirst is quenched.
In the storm,
The oceans rest.
In confusion,
Tranquility.

You want out,
I control every move.
When shouting for help,
I am all that's left.

Transforming reality into dreams,
Painting a tapestry of new life,
Splashing color onto a dark canvas,
Creating something from nothing,
And restoring a paradise once thought lost,
I twisted your path into a coil of despair.

Yet who will save you?
Only. Me.

Cremated Love

Two souls, dancing the times
One foot forward, two times
To the side, the other, and back
Back to each other’s arms
Took a step back, two, three
A stab to the heart, it was
The sounds of their footsteps
Towards their separate distances
As they danced, drifting away
Two, three, and more feet away

Two beings statued together, a light of the town
Crafting their silhouette, a shaft of light through the hall of fame
The talk of the town, fame has had its toll on their shine
Two, three, and more times, they’ve fallen to tame and shame
Tears flood what has turned to be flames
Like a waterfall falling from the rocks
Are the tears from the aflame eye sockets
Rumbles from the heart’s rhythms
As the mighty statue begins to tumble
Crumbles from emotional harbours
As the silhouette fades into grey shades
What used to be, now turning into ashes
Ashes that will never, in forever, release a phoenix
In a cemetery, cremated love lies hopelessly

Mongi C. Nkabindze