I sit in the sand
of the motherland...
subdued by the influential
beauty of her hypnotic voodoo...
Hesitantly....
I stand
to see the whole of empitomy...
through hand covered eyes
a vision of Kings...
skin dark as mine
glitter shine...
jewelry so fine
outlining the royalty of she...
Africa...
mother Queen
Falling on bended knees
I reach out...
afraid it's a dream...
can't be
love..fulfillment..serenity
overcomes me...
Africa...
dark almond covered fields...
dancing over the horizon...free
songs of praise I hear...echoing
throughout her womb...
carrying the majestic cultivation
of the choosen...destined
Tears flow uncontrollably
down my cheeks...
remembering...
the whole of where life began...
She...
curved seductively
inviting...
mysterious
deadly...
telepathically
knowing the soul of man...
Africa...
I sit in her hourglass of warm sand
captivated by the beauty
of her voodoo....
(c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson
