11/01/2020
the crying heart
when the night falls
and the birds have gone to the nest.
for the mind to get rest.
and the eyes swallowed by darkness.
like a ticking clock
a heart start to cry
it starts softly
then louder and louder
as the night progress
looking for the rest never found
like the sound of heavy rain.then the tears pouring like the celltone of gardensnail
vein to veinblocked like a fully flowing reaver Jordan
where are your rivers gone.
it is never dried without a Jacob deep dug fountain.
no banks to direct thee the Indian ocean.
but hence directed upwards like saying those who believe in him their way goes above.
flowing all night without halt
when shall thou get rest
to the end of ages when thou art old
shall you rest in peace selinah and muvhulawa.
or continue even in graves
crying until big day
when judgement is passed
that thou reaches heaven or hell
for behold.he wipe our tears
and our grievance shall not prevail
