A Golden Rise
It was yesterday when you died
At the horizon far west
And your blood smothered
The touching edges
Of the sky and the mountain
While you sank in its redness
Your funeral was fairly attended
By multitudes of mourning stars
Uniformly dressed in black
Today you resurrected
At the touching edges
Of the sky and the mountain far east
And like a child
Fresh from its mother’s womb
You were covered in blood
Which turned golden as you rose
Your resurrection comes as a sign
Of the birth of a new life
It turns our darkening dreams gold
It illuminates our paths
And makes us see the future
Awaiting beyond the horizon
Yet again you will
In the evening die
And sink in a pool of blood
At the touching edges
Of the sky and the mountain far west
And leave us longing
For another golden rise
Copyright © Bojosi Ditshwele | Year Posted 2011
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