Tales Spin The heart knows no borders When we fly we mimic its movements At the heart of these giant metallic beasts Are the beating bleeding pulses Of a million stories Stories defy the grip of gravity As the earth hugs the shield of night Stories break through a misty ceiling of clouds To caress the far side of the sun Stories covered in the bright blood of morning Birth beginnings We are propelled from the myths of our origins To the peaks of our unknown memories Leaving trails of tales As streams on the skyscape Yesterday’s impossible Is today’s extraordinary The exploding possibility of now Is tomorrow’s ordinary Experts can calculate the dimensions of infinity But it is dreamers who give it substance How many stories are contained in one heart How many hearts ascend with one plane How many worlds expand through a single journey How many lives intersect through one name What do we take with us into the sky How much of that do we bring back to the ground How many hands does it take to make magic happen In a lover’s embrace how much history can be found In the air we are all children Cocooned in a blanket of blue The ever- changing sky a template Of God’s dreamscape Like a swirling eye in the cosmos Our beings once soared Our stories flew -Lebo Mashile
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 08:44:03 +0000