We Wait

by c. geeplay As long as the shadows of the sun are on our brows and the savannahs are green with wheat, and our harvests are plentiful from the fields, and our bond is bound to the blessed land strong, the shrines of our fathers, and the farms of the earth and grains are ripe for the peasants, we shall turn into gold the leafs of the trees like the rising sun brightens the oars of our doors and floors. We shall wait here, where the savannah meets the Sahara, and the mighty Mahoney of these oaks brings usrains to tell the stories of our battered peoples on the bark of these forested hues, in the land where the contradictions are stark, the days dark, swelling with the tides of the oceans, as thousands of rose petals lie in bloom to be picked, as the cloud shows her face smiling on her cosmic legs, her distant rainbows teasing our curious eyes. The plaided isles of the golden coasts spreading her open arms on these dusty roads. We wait still to see another day on the cusp of our thirsty dreams. Yes, the struggle continues. We wait. And yes, we wait.