Star Gazing
This wine got me feeling tipsy,
Its 2 am and we’re on the balcony,
Reading each other’s stories
Like books without happy endings
Of conversations that bore their own
lives
We nearly saw them flying, smiling
Two different corners for the papers and
the blunts
Bring Bob Marley, bring Malcom
This wine is so fine it got us singing
Songs of redemption, Act
Songs of imperfection, Rye
Songs of emancipation, Rae
We learn, we all seek freedom
In our past lives, we were unrestricted
Sky high, soaring over Egyptian pyramids
Now this has felt like bondage
We are no longer at ease
Chains are all over us like the days of
slavery
Mr Jailer, My keeper, My lover
This wine though
Hanging sweet on our lips
Like the kiss of the one that got away
We appreciate our nightmares, our
sweetest dreams
Reality remains complex
But there is love in us, so we say
So, we feel
So, we deal with our insecurities
We laugh at our personalities
How complex, to breathe and to wait
This wine though
Is it just me or we are all feeling it?
We could all have been birds of the
phoenix
Spreading our wings to be the light in
all this darkness
What a way to live, we are going to die
anyway
This reincarnation gate crashed the
wrong party
But with us happy never ends
Only says good bye
I can’t remember its name
Let’s drink from the bottle, our un-holy
grail
And we are fine with it
Pulling strings of the guitar
Like the heart was a musical instrument
I can’t sing, we all laugh
I’m a lover of things
We are okay with it
This wine though, hmm!
We watch shooting stars
I make a wish, to always have friends
like this
To feel comfortable in my own skin
To lend my shoes to someone
And hear them say, it was no easy walk
To not feel judged, fake, pathetic
To look at the stars, a consolation
In this night, we belong
Just like this wine bottle was betrothed
to me
I want to hold on
I’m packed with the right crowd, my
friends
Friends, a word sweet sounding now
A word appealing, a word with meaning
If blood is thicker than water
Allow my whole body to be an ocean
I don’t mind looking at the stars
Writing poetry for gods who have never
heard of us
Gods who will forgive us, love us
It was the Nubian Princess, the Aquarian
artist
The dreadlocked singer
And I, the hopeless romantic, the star
gazer
And with this wine, we washed our hands
Allowed the self-conviction to die in
the middle of the night
We let it all pass-over
But I am no Moses and this staff is made
of ink and plastic
These pages shall part like the red sea
Into a world of dreams – and me
(Prince Rayanne Chidzvondo)
(Prince Rayanne Chidzvondo)
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