Africa Iii

Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold