Longing
fire
in the warm embrace of water,
an island of hot springs
your arms are-
I sail
oceans, dark as nightmares
with no rudder,
fierce foes
multiply my woes!
Oh faithful winds,
I must prevail, power my wings!
chaos of want
tears flesh from my skin
veins are rivers
arteries are streams
churning and charging to you ward,
Oh faithful winds,
I must prevail, power my wings!
Copyright © Tafadzwa Chiwanza | Year Posted 2022
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