The silky sound of liquid snow caressing cold concrete

Dreamed me to a drumming rain that fell with Afric beat,

A drumming, dreamy, purring beat like a fat, old curled up cat,

Sleeping under secret shade, purring, black and fat.

The sky was changed, become confused,

Sad for the seething seas,

The sundered lungs of forests used,

The death song of the bees,

The swirling, twisting, wandering winds,

Touched my face with mankind’s crimes,

While sun and moon danced a mourning tune

For the old forgotten climes.

But sweet she smiled like a silken flower

Raised toward the sun-

And sweet she kissed the jasmine bloom,

And watched the children run,

But then the sound of thunder came,

And broke my dreamy state,

And so her sweetly saddened smile,

Dissolved in mists of fate,

But still the leopard silent sits, beneath a pearly moon,

And still the Masai sing their ancient battle hymns,

With rhythms soft and slow,

And still, the Afric mountain sleeps,

Wrapped in gentle snow.