“HE WHO CLIMBS UPON THE HIGHEST MOUNTAINS LAUGHS AT ALL TRAGEDIES, REAL OR IMAGINARY.” – FRIEDRICH NIET
Part One
We truly are fortunate,
Those with friends in far away places.
Fighting our own possibilities,
Gliding uncertain winds.
We've grown up together,
Climbing unknown hills.
And so we are like family,
Embracing each others' thrills.
Subtle is not the clear blue sky,
Tamed is not the wind.
I have, also, a mountain desert home.
Northern frontier of my mind. And Hind.
Fate perhaps cradles me here again,
To venture with respite.
In green meadows, I find myself,
Inhaling deep sighs again,
And breathing in the light,
Breathing in, the light.
Part Two
And breathing in the light,
Breathing in, the light.
From here begins each adventure,
From here begins each night.
To remind us that time, is turbulent,
And that we are not blind, without sight.
It is here that we are set free,
It is here. We are entwined.
And we all restore redemption.
In apologising for being unkind.
And we also learn from wolves.
The nature of our lands.
And fight hard to protect it.
With bare and worn out hands.
So posterity might sustain this earth,
Of which insentient beings are strands.
The fabric of life, felt like islands, but.
Eternally sentient beings, dear friends,
Melt into the sands.
And melt into the sands.
Love,
Wumbaya
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