She whispers my name... Only I can hear

Sunday, October 09, 2011


Tumultuous travel
Uprooting, rending, redistributing
Trip after trip
Parting, leaving, arriving, surviving

I have landed
The ghosts of my past
Still with me
I unfurl my colors to the wind
Bandingo farm
The seeds sown
Taking root
Here is where I make my stand

The dust settles
And I reconnect
With the help of a satellite in space
Thousands of miles above
Transmitting, receiving

The world sings
And my voice joins in
Rejoicing in harmony
A part of it within

The world sings
My heart reaches out
Yearning to touch it
Striving to see it
Hear it
Know it

I won’t be afraid
I won’t shed a tear
I will stand by you
As you stand by me