Baby Girl (For Asante Indira)
How do I write my love upon the moon?
How do I
Tell how a father's trust upon you swoon
Your silence where belonging longs?
I so old
Fashion, filled with forms so clothed in wrongs
Telling of the heart weakens fiber of the man
The pain in me is more than you can understand
Of a fear
That if I relent you may in my weakness fall
And leave me
More desolate that Christ before he drank his gall.
O this love
A wave incessant in tidal force against the rock
Makes the sands
That runs determinant in my crystal clock.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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