Till Love Has Found It’s Silent Tomb Poem by Baru Gobira

Whose life was it that lies beneath a stone
Now unkept, moss, green with indifference
shadows haunted by unhappy sky
And breeze sweeping indifferent flies
A life lies hoping for a flower’s fall
Silent cold stone waiting a widow’s call
Nothing have I
But thoughts for one who knew
That time must pass, forever by
Till an angel’s tear will forgive a lie.
The things men must do before they die
And in places far from home
None believe that they are lost
Till love has found it’s silent tomb.

Baru Gobira 2010