Sokolayem; God's Gift To A Sparrow Poem by Jacob Nambe

In red she was at the awakening of the moon
Feeding back the earth with the rays of noon;
Bodies separate at the instance of touch
As souls connect and kindred spirits unite.
Swiftly swaying into the night, the soothing residue of her embrace lingered

Feverently did my soul long to commune
But in what tongue, I pondered
For to earth, my heart whispers, this fair lady an alien..
Poor though my sight might be, it relays elegance..
Prowling through my mind, this maiden of unseen beauty..

With every beat, a step did I take
Over my lines and over again did I go;
In search of strength where there's non,
And at my strongest, my strenght failed;
'Sokolayem'
The name that took it all..

There I stood in all rudeness
In awe, gazing upon the neck that towered over her shoulders..
And on the leeward I stood, rich, dark, curl-bearing, natural flow came to a gentle rest.
Straight she was, with every feature perfectly placed to torment prying eyes..

My love, if only returned,
Any mount would my back to it climb,
Ten thousand will I call out,
As loosing what my heart dearly desires,
Death I would embrace in a bid as such,
And if the present seals us not,

Hereafter will I also dedicate
That when we unite, my heart I will purge
And claim that which was from me taken as i slumbered
And awaken to the gift of a new life.