The African Tree

An old ode to a friend
From distant days and nights
As we travel from Xnadau
Where there is no conflict
In words and in soul
As the light strikes its magic
Hear I your steps within me
So much you remind me
Of my desert and of beginnings
The twinkle in the sky,
As the nomads move,
In search, for stars
For direction and guidance

No matter where I remain
Your steps are there,
With me, in my hours
No matter where I go,
Your house is there
The old Africa, so close
With me, where I stay
No matter where I am
Your presence is there
With me, in my existence!


Kashkin