The Travellers Tune By Joseph-Sam Sarah.



An abode far away
From home, from peace, from hale
Little souls twinkled at night
Breathing so loud to withstand
Imagine their sights above
Hung with fear, a tiny glow.

The first a night
Flying cockroaches eased in delight
Troubled echoes lifting rescues
All of them; a mocking coo
Clued to one hole
Ten miles alone.

The wind goes overboard
Mincing calmness, sweetened guts
Has the trees grown their wings?
Dropping their shells on shallows
Wild and whirl watered the morning dew
A stream of naked weed.

The last a night
Chasing away sobbing fright
Bent in taking off branched ties
Friends so many, outnumbered heirs
Sarcastic bow of honour
Blushed over the faces of four.

Journey home, an empty rooftop
Grinning like nightingale in love
Between gushing belief
Dried as wet sleeping leaves
Not a stain of dew
Thick dust on our humble sleeves.

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