Silent Dreamer Poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema

These are the words of a silent dreamer
whose drought of dying dreams
faded their tails to a crowd of crying bees
painting grey stones over the hills
and thoughts with sluggish streams
by the woods, with fallen leaves
between the grains of desert sands not at ease,
as if the love of long ago
whose lover of beauty has long gone
to the ashes as seeds sown
over the soils of their own,
whose belly cried to its own
rhythm of emptiness alone,
whose love of the lover
back from its ashes came to uncover
the patterns of a silent dreamer
whose joy and hope were born anew
to the rains of loving arms by the moon
to the worth of a silent dreamer
whose birth of an island dream
has finally met his silent winger
and said, “i am the silent dreamer,
i am the wordsmith to a singer,
i am the curve to a silent dream”.