In the Eyes of the Skies

Artwork by Celestin Munezero

Haul the clouds

Behind the mounts

Sail dreams

Along the tides

Think of not to write

To write is but to breathe

Muse rather to reads

In the eyes of the skies

Countless are the Words

Foreigners but to the Author

And as night roughly befall

Mourn not my strangest of the souls

Recollected are poetries to recite

Engraved onto the flaming of the time

And onto our blankish memories

Us the flails, us the despairs;

Onto the diaries of the greatest of our coevals,

Onto the hearts of the heartless poetesses

Who’s to redeem the worlds of the rightful?

If not the Sun of the mighty kingdom

Oh! Brethren, hear not my cries

Cheer not to my laughs

For they are mere counterfeits

Just as heavens are to the nightful hearts

Be Solomonic in reading my eyes

Be! As a mirror in the desert reflects sun rays

Birth the right in the wrongest of the moment

Thus the wrong in its righteous orbs

Sons to the sinful mothers

Daughters to the vileful fathers

Heed me not, I’m temporary

Yet permanent as the Change His-self

You’ll notice my gust tailing

Not until I’m done will you be.