Perhaps Until I Let Poem by Augustus Billy Mutebesi

Perhaps untill I wet
Rain shall fall
And drown instead
My stainless soul

Or I shall weary
If you weary
I shall down and cry
If you let me die

Perhaps until I let
My morning call
Beget those I beget
I shall not fall

Or I shall merry
If you merry
I shall never cry
If you be me by

Red like crimson
Jingle asks the rose
Whom of treason
Ever labour cause?

Or I shall tarry
If you tarry
I shall float and fly
If you set me high