I love, my own ultimate death; For my body longs for it by birth; Sunny days; starry nights pass by; Forthcoming days, will say good bye; Sweep me away like a heavy wave; Carry me to the darkness of the cave; In the wreckage of this eternal ruin; Let my nakedness hold a mortal pain; It’s high time, to have a get-together; Let us get dressed up to meet one another! We are here dancing face to face; heart to heart, in his own grace!
* BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI williamsji@yahoo.com www.williamsji.com www.williamsmaveli.com www.williamsgeorge.com
From MICROTHEMES, a collection of short poems, written by WILLIAMSJI MAVELI