GOD SAVE ME

While the silent heart in deep reflection does stray— “Haylee, be mine, my grace,” it softly does enfold. The colors of the sea ...

My head is spinning, My thoughts sway towards an unfinished past, And at my door, a stammering voice calls, Under the weight of a mistletoe

Holding a starry night within reach, That you may draw upon my palm Healing each line of our destinies

And you, my love, you vowed to me: We would feel it all again, one day, Inhliziyo, Inhliziyo Ephelele.

The Home I left behind Is the softer edge of a sword I sheathed One that pervades my world louder than my words Yet whose handle I wield