If The Sky Was A Blanket
If the sky was a blanket,
Then it could be one held invisibly,
Fastened tightly in midair,
Fastened tightly in midair,
And Earth would be the bed,
On which witty dreamers lay,
On which witty dreamers lay,
Dancing with beautiful shadows,
Pacing to and fro the ends of the world,
In close stance shaking,
Wriggling their wine-bottled waists,
Wriggling their wine-bottled waists,
To tunes of old, tunes of ancient Egypt,
To rhythms of first day Africa,
Before music was molested and lost its purity,
Before music was molested and lost its purity,
To Gypsy melodies,
When music still had its head proudly swung,
Left and right with no reservations.
When music still had its head proudly swung,
Left and right with no reservations.
If the sky was a blanket,
And Earth, the bed on which dreamers slept,
Life would certainly be a massive dream dreamt
by all,
It would be nothing existent,
But merely a masterpiece,
A Mona Lisa of sleeping minds,
Just a beautiful thought.A Mona Lisa of sleeping minds,
Gerry Sikazwe
Comments
Post a Comment