Dream the dreams that once had tip-toed softly through your sleep Dream of the immeasurable, so silent and so deep, Believe in the impossible, yet be prepared to doubt Your whispers are just dreams of night that haven’t learned to shout.
Believe between your sentences, the reasons why you speak And also in those timeless things, like kisses on the cheek, Believe the night’s exquisite silk that slips across your face And wraps the dreams you need to keep, in fluttering snow white lace.
Savour the scent of midnight green and breathe the forest’s air So many scents are captivating, and yet none can quite compare, Soft moonlight on a silent dell still calls in its own way And even though it is unheard, has still so much to say.
Those things you see behind closed eyes are more than shades of grey They are more like the echoes coming back from yesterday, And all you need to do to is catch them softly in your hand Then as you arise to wakefulness, you’ll surely understand…
Zimbabwean by birth, Zimbabwean by color, Zimbabwean by beliefs, Zimbabwean by culture, Bred a Zimbabwean, I love Zimbabwe! I love peace! I love unity! Ishe Chibvunza If Zimbabwe could recall that eventful day in 1980 at Lancaster House, I bet
I am shivering, tossing and awake Each lonely night is like a thousand nights Is this punishment for not being with you? I cannot endure the hours Of being without my partner I dread the night, the whole night As
Not Too Verbose, Like Other Goose, Bla, Bla, Bla, Yeh…. Not a Communal Preferer, Like Other Piles Of Manure, Brag, Brag, Brag, Ney…. Like a Lactose Heart; Glorious, So Pious, Meant For Reverence; Reliable. Too Practical, So Mercurious, Far Concise,