He rose to speak of not one
but the dance of two kings
two men of different moment
different weight in the eyes, the memory of God
one danced at the sense of joy
the feeling of wonder, happiness
in the presence of the creator, protector of his people
the other, danced the dance
......
In the hush of autumn's breath,
leaves pirouette,
a silent ballet,
each one, a fleeting whisper,
unique in its descent.
Golden, crimson,
their colors bleed into the air,
twirling, spiraling,
a soft surrender to the earth,
......
In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves,
A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves,
Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show,
A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go.
Karish, unlike modern stars who mime,
With a live band and dancers, he'd shine.
From 10 pm till dawn's early light,
He'd entertain with all his might.
......
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher.
A master deep-eyed
Ere his manhood was ripe,
He sang like a thrush,
He could play any pipe.
So dull in the school
That he scarcely could spell,
He read but a bit,
And he figured not well.
......
The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaves –
Shimmers off each leaf in soft yellow.
From afar, my attention is retrieved
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.
In the wind, swaying gently –
Each leaf is twirled as a ballerina –
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
I think I hear in the wind a viola –
......
In the hush of autumn's breath,
leaves pirouette,
a silent ballet,
each one, a fleeting whisper,
unique in its descent.
Golden, crimson,
their colors bleed into the air,
twirling, spiraling,
a soft surrender to the earth,
......
The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaves –
Shimmers off each leaf in soft yellow.
From afar, my attention is retrieved
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.
In the wind, swaying gently –
Each leaf is twirled as a ballerina –
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
I think I hear in the wind a viola –
......
In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves,
A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves,
Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show,
A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go.
Karish, unlike modern stars who mime,
With a live band and dancers, he'd shine.
From 10 pm till dawn's early light,
He'd entertain with all his might.
......
summer tanager
a red streak into the wood
gold sunshine on green
amethyst evening
when the pale moon is glowing
weeping willow breeze
a pink and gold dream
cherry blossom petals fall
......
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee
Dark-eyed,
O woman of my dreams,
Ivory sandalled,
There is none like thee among the dancers,
None with swift feet.
I have not found thee in the tents,
In the broken darkness.
I have not found thee at the well-head
......