This Me a Soul Digger

This me...a Soul Digger Water swaying to the rhythm of the wind Blowing over the surface of the mighty Lyambai Whispering wealth interred beneath the water so kind Feeling like a miner; I venture into the depths that lie In-between the sheets of milky sand In search of the precious stone of gold Like gold diggers of age old Only for not more than a Rand I know; even in my heartily courageous searches I cannot salvage a mourning humanity I know! Oh! I know what I cannot do, Can I then sense what I...and only I can do? This me...this me can dig for sanity Sanity of body, mind and soul Gold digger or digger of graves This me...a soul digger Moonga Nsamu ©April 2012.All Rights reserved.