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»Pearly Eyes«

by Thifulufhelwi Ronald Ramabulana, January 10, 2008

Why do you shine so bright
To spark unrivalled light
In moments filled with nostalgic thoughts
That no valued currency has ever bought?

Why the distant ringing
Of voices from the abysmal depth
Of memories cherished
In your sparkling presence?

Why the fixation and gaze
On that remote, distant spot
Where your visual focus lands
And I can see none of it?

What shines behind that lens
In the hidden parlour of elevated vision
And sensual parting shots
At wishes merrily cherished?

Bright eyes, why the gaze
On that secluded misty spot
Drifting like figured essence
When the cloud on you is here and now?

Brighten the dull park
Of life lived in arks of isolation
Where survival is the game of moments
Of sprinting from inner turmoil!

Will you ever rise from the ashen trappings
Of light you possess but dimly ignite
Like candles during stormy nights
In tomorrows you may never know?

Do you shine so bright
To dim the sun and the moon
With an imposing presence
Only your radiance can emit?

Pearly eyes, your beauty stays with me at all times!

08 January 2008-01-09
Johannesburg Central

Written: January 2008

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