MUSINGS OF A SAD SOUL

By Cornelius Kipkosgei

As her sickle, dim face move about
Beyond a mass of huge dark clouds,
So does the little me go forth and fro
Hiding in between bright, sunny smiles
Oh beautified bleakness, my muse in my darkest.

As the loud silence hang in the air
Milling amidst not one, two or three, but a throng
So does the little me shut in silence
Scared of rekindling a heap of buried memories
Oh blessed silence, my comfort in my shallowest.

As a black shawl dotted with dim stars
Hover with impatience near a brisk dawn,
So do I feel the last caresses of a chilly warmth
That keeps me awake all night, the sky cloudless
Oh bright darkness, my world of reflection.

And now, I sit on the bare, sandy brown
And now, I hear the hushed whispers of the green
And now, I listen to the screams of angry torrents tear the white
And now, I feel my sorrows recede with the waves into the blue
Yet, I still feel the little me wail in despair.