Grief found me in the hall
with heavy heart about to fall
around the bend the horn did blow
the melodic tune interrupts my flow
I can't ignore the persistent call
bringing moments from the past
speaking truths that holdfast
of young, enchanting hearts
that dreamed and shared a million parts
with love and culture pulling us
we walked unknown paths
we breathed the pulse.
Then hard truths, like raptors, knocked on our door
with hope always lingering behind each wall
till goodbyes echoed long—to a peaceful storm
tears fell, days passed, then the years, and distance grew
and a life once lived became—but a hazy view.
And now, a sudden beckoning pulled you into the light
and the memories flew back into my heart and into my night
dancing around like a well-worn shoe, we the free,
the good and the bad, all came through
the words written and songs we sung, for us and everyone
filled with lyrics and sweet melodies that still, roll off my tongue
traditional rhythms, the sweet guitar, jazz and fusion
and stories of joy— and political divisions
it was you, your destiny, it's what you knew
it's how you shared and pushed for change
and with all the light and the dark,
I remain forever grateful—for the boy we made.
Deep in memory, I sing the tune I've been waiting for you,
until the sun explodes, until the moon don't shine
waiting for you, I always was, to return anew as I once knew
as the rains of Ngwarangwara fill up the room
as I take rest with your new-found peace
turning you into—a perfect bloom.
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