a life-size study against the backdrop
of a silent ebony door in freeze motion
still as a queen in contemplative mood
and settled like a sonorous afternoon
it was a picture of loveliness in the morning
decked in black and spotting thick dreadlocks
picture of woman: a study in poise and splendour
accentuated by infectious warmth and inherited wisdom
until she moved as we all must in time and on occasion do
that was when i knew she was flesh and blood and a live woman
transient and gorgeous as most things human tend to be
and the frown of her corrugated brow was like a shadow in my life

You want nothing and crave for nothing
only to be by the side of the one who chooses you
That's what happens when home is where the heart is

The sun may shimmer, singe or sear your flesh and your ego
and the rain may fall, patter or pour in heavy sheets cold
You stay because that's what happens when home is where the heart is

When they travel to far-off lands you're in their hearts where it's warm
You're in their  being where you need  no visa or residency permit; and
that's what happens to all and sundry when home is where the heart is

In time the great divide that has pleasure in keeping lovers asunder
silently stalks everyone without favour or discrimination
and creates the one time that the heart cannot be home

the break-of-day eastern sky is a primeval crimson
tinges of rich yellow speak of the gold in the sun
i salute the coming day with a stretch and a yawn
and i know i must be up with the sun to caress life

a cackle, a coo, a rascally laugh and a gruff lament
tell me little has changed and all things mark time
i bow to those who die a million deaths in their time
yet up with the sun still sing songs about each new day

a little voice whispers to me softly about things cosmic
and how everything has a shadow that's its clone
i applaud the ingenious few who strike out bravely
and remember how they have upgraded things lately

up with the sun my dear maiden true; the ties that bind
are forever in motion seeking a breaking of tensions
i  **** a piece of me every day when i sulk like a reluctant groom
for up with the sun I must ride away into a velvet sunset dream

When the grass has  sprouted and the countryside is a soft green hue
and the hills are clothed in feathery russet and gold
Remember me upon a drowsy afternoon
with the cicadas singing in hypnotic monotony
Remember me when the milk-laden cows are lowing
for it is in such serene moments that we recall our regrets
When the countryside is mad with life
and natural perfumes spice your safari with wild abundance
Remember me upon a dry riverbed
where once we stood upon an island happy and free
*Remember me when the milk-laden cows are lowing
for it is in calm and peace such as this that we mellow betimes

Alone in a crowded room
Sinking in the carpets
I extend my hand
To show you you're not alone

I am by your side
Here for your rollercoaster ride
We'll whip through the skies
So I can show you what you're made of

Let me whisk you away
And show you the world
If even for one day
*I'll show you your worth