A Rebirth
He inspires somber fireside melodies
Children keep a distance,
or whisper trepid greetings
Tears roll uncontrollably
and nights never end
Once,
he could conjure soft rains,
And the sensation of stormy droplets
One after the other,
they found solace
in a joint stream of tears and laughter
But nothing seems to live within him
now
Idle winds hasten with each shallow breath
His halting pulse sliding
along in the ensuing current
It wields acute visions of his remote past
severely depleted by a brittle reality
And a faint rhythm
barely pacing the angry winds
He hears the steady hum
of an ineffable thought
It’s the only song he knows
It rings unbearably through him
inducing a rare prayer
But fading emotions flood the dreary night
He wanders through dreamless crevices
while angels rest
Birds fall silent
when he breaks an intimate radius
They fail to hear the sound of life
Eyes glow incessantly in the dark
A lone candle casting his
silhouette against the wall behind him
He cannot bear his own shadow
Every flicker recalls a glittering past
Every fade, a dimming existence
Spirits scurry in apprehension
He bears a disconcerting cocktail
of impassive eyes and indifference
He offers the spirits a wide berth
But every path leads nowhere but
Past curious owls
and pensive trees
and bewildered creatures
All sensing a presence…
and seeing nothing
They ask questions
About higher beings and broken souls
About our natural order and enduring hope
About heavens, birds, trees
and the spirits that live within
They relate a solemn tale
That his life carries a matching
and constant destiny
Of an equivalent death
and sad parity
And the dawn of a new rebirth
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2014
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