I have seen velvet skies
blue moons on lonely nights
I have heard of
black sails on red seas
dream butterflies in forgotten rainbows
but fear to remember a sudden damage
that left a soul in death....
She came from mountains of eagles
searching for the love of child
tired careless feet searching
the long and winding black road.
a flash in midday sun
sudden damage to her body
the torturing of death has begun.
Her head on my knee trembling
my tears soaking her old age skin
no angels song in the wake of death
her soul searching the heavens
as it flutters into the lillies
towards the mountains of no return
trembling I felt the coming of the cry...
Years ago I had to go to a meeting in Ficksburg a little town on the border of Lesotho the great mountain Kingdom. An old lady wandered over the border and after a day of walking along the road she walked in front of my car. I waited three hours for help. It was said she was looking for her child when madness came to her.
She died softly on my knee.