Zeyya, My Kenya

Mombasa…my love grows

As her beauty touched my heart like the sight of her brown skin,

I sought her lush greenery and crisp ocean waters,
I am hers, she is mine, touch not her former torments because as does the mother suffer in childbirth so does her loving and beautiful reward emerge,
I hear the beautiful call to prayer for those faithful and sense the other choices made by others who believe–their business all,
Sand and ocean proclaimed loves healing waters and intense sun as up on Bamburi Beach the waves and tides chased and taunted visitors and family,
Just as the beauty of Tudor Creek with its octopus shape is lost on day visitors do the citizenry love its long grasses that move as people who progress through fog to begin their day, or imagined as spirits whose tattered and rotted burial shrouds wave gently and reach to touch all living, perhaps in hope of a rebirth or memory to share,
Languish not upon the Umba River for there are times when it will widen and hurl all from its shores to places unknown or as of yet undiscovered,
Feast upon beauty my Zeyya for not as much of yours as I have compared to your land visited up on my heart and now cemented thus.

Star Dances

Stars dance in the night sky,

where heavens majesty is a

mute witness to dances eternal.

As my heart upon seeing your

tender face, explodes in joyous

pleasure, the time of your arrival

well past when you had departed

and the song of your

sweet visage being etched

upon my minds eye.

When the fleeting passing of

fragrance has left the

room then will the

imagination soar and dip

until next chanced meeting.

Ever soaring the heart pinned

lover writes waging the oft penned

battle of why and when, struggling

with loves clutch again and again.

Perhaps the day may still approach,

when she grants his hearts request

or better he stares at the stars above

watching them laugh as they dance.