Performed Upon The Wall Of Shade Poem by Musa Ndhlovu

I stood there with ecstacy,
Expecting, nothing but to see
You standing by me, holding
My hand, feeling the graduating
Love growing in me: Transferred
From my hands to your hands,
Heads lifted, eyes opened, hands
Clapping, complementing our position.
Admiring the standard of our situation.

I was to be somewhere, but your
Personal being, kept me in your
Mist. I went, I found myself
Craving for your touch. When you laugh
My blood dance to the
Sound you make. Oh My heart!
You always desire a natural art.
A super strong smooth sound
Keeps calling me to your place.