cry thy tears into my cup.

Cry thy tears into my cup;

this that holds our happiness,

this that cuddles unthought of sadness-

this that forever holds our daily pap.

I look into thy eyes and world's dreams fade,

washed by two rivers down the drain

erasing the future with so much pain,

each day sinking deeper into life's facade.

But under chills of a frightful morning we rise-

to the embrace of unrhymed heartbeats;

of a dance that psyches our troubled upstair Streets

and braces us for life's elusive price.

'of joy two rivers will flow

to a new dawn of rejuvenated glow. 

©Bunguswa Wangila.