My African Star
I lay away in a soft blanket
Harsh night sounds keep me fast awake
And it seems tonight I must be in your debt
If only brief snatches of memories I take
But they alone keep me safe.
It seems a dream of worlds away
To stand bare skinned in the falling rain
And walk where black hands scatter hay
Please dear spare a dream to ease the pain
Of another city darkness aimlessly spent.
Nightime trains traverse my thoughts
Over deserts, mountains and oceans to come
Closer to you than perhaps I ought
And let our hearts beat as one
Just to burn and frazzle under the African sun.
For what are dreams but clouds
Of dust darling and you frozen
To pleasure my mind in funeral shroud
Yet dead or not your ghost keeps me cozen
And who am I to slay a ghost of my own hand?
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