The sky still bleeds orange at dawn The road still meanders on The rivers still battle the falls and rapids The cattle home run in stumpedes The ocean always looks constantly still And my pride is still such a bitter pill The Mvule still sheds her beautiful leaves My ear still eaves, my soul still grieves The mountain top is still a silver blur And the missing shards linger somewhere on the floor The cranes still sing within the rhythm of dusk My mind is fatigued trying to accomplish the task Of saying goodbye and forgetting about it all Even if my sub conscious still hears your voice call The bed still shivers and clings to the fragrance of you And the "I" in my alphabet still really loves "U"
MVULE is a type of tree that sheds all her leaves in the dry seasons to survive transpiring all her water