Bunguswa Writes.

Crickets incessantly whispered through the night- In hashed tones, tired of lone long night.  Night tenderly embraced darkness, And gently strode; lazily, unconcerned, arm in arm, Through to chills of a frowning morning. The skies still cried, And tears tore through the dense dark blanket. Birds mumbled in their nests Unable to bask in the morning glory- That oft° beckoned an expectant day. We'd cursed and troubled deaf heavens so long, And now ears were a heaven's blessing, But blind like a day time bat.  No more smiles It trickled on Tears of the sun. © Bunguswa ™

It had blossomed; with affection and attention it bloomed, like a sunflower in a rainy winter, that laughs and smiles at the rising sun, So was my love, But Minerva brought me tears. Like a midnight moon on a clear sky: that defies loneliness in absence of the stars, to shine upon carefree trees so was my love- strong like the giant village tree, But Minerva brought me tears. My love was a rose devoid of a thorn a rose that lit faces of those with a gentle touch; and it rose against the scorching sun, that once threatened our existence. An epitome of resilience our love was But Minerva brought me tears. Upon Minerva's tears we inter our love, deep under the red mound of sadness, memories bitter like a desert shrub, that craves for the morning dew, but to a reward of sand storms- thus, as my eyes redden at the salty flow, so will my ashes rest in the common urn. © Bunguswa ™

Like birds of the air that flys high; like twigs that dance to dictates of the whirlwind, life is a mystery of it's kind, an echo, oft° uncontrolled, to which we only can sigh. We cry and wipe the tears, like drizzles from a light cloud, that wets the earth only to be dried out aloud, Alike, the whistling wind will whistle away our fears. Chesrish solitude under the fecund moon, listen to the echo of the glowing stars they unite us in love and erase our scars to redeem our souls, and relight our spirits soon. Again, as the dark cloud gathers, stand under the rain, and wash away salty tears and the pain. ©Bunguswa.™

Minerva, so you've affirmed you're gone. Gone never to come again, and all I'm left to feed on is the pain- this that eats the flesh to the bone. Minerva, thank you for the life lessons, I'll oft° remember you though my end beckons. My heart aches and now I know; I know deeds that can make a butterfly run mad, Or a termite commit suicide. Minerva, it pains to the bone and now I know, I know where the universe's unknown end reigns and where Earth's unforgiving brutality begins. Minerva, up the sky the moon murmurs sadly; The dull night unconcerned, lazily gives way to morning, thus the long night rekindles my mourning, for Minerva's loss and the soul I'm giving away bravely. For earth reddens at the sun's glow and the rain, So will my ashes rest in the common urn. ©Bunguswa™

Even though bowed by situations, time comes when we'll walk with our heads held high. We will rise again ❗ 

Like birds of the air that flys high, like twigs that dance to the rhythm of the whirlwind, life is a mystery of it's kind an echo; oft° uncontrolled, to which we can only sigh.  We cry and wipe the tears, like drizzles from a light cloud- that wets the dust only to be dried out aloud, alike, the whistling wind will pass with our fears. So, cherish solitude under the fecund moon, listen to the echo of the glowing stars they unite us in love and erase our scars, to redeem our souls and relight our spirits soon. Again; when the dark cloud gathers, stand in the rain, it cleans the salty tears and drains away our pain. ©Bunguswa Brian ™

Like tides of a stormy sea that rises and falls in the night  to welcome a new dawn with a beautiful sight of a calm shore, and, fine sand that we oft° crave to see we'll rise and dust our knees again like roses, that oft° cry and cover their scars we'll wipe the tears that blurs for our strength from the morning sun we'll regain. Roses have grieved and with them we cry when we let them wither on our loved ones red mound roses too love, and with them we've created a bond to share love and for disappointments decry. With tides and roses our dreams to the sea we'll take never again to inter our hopes before we wake. ©Bunguswa Brian ™