A call to the Sun of the East

All hail the sun of the east
Shine and burn the chaff on your path
Has your heart spoken yet
If it has let your ink do it’s work
We yearn to read your love.
As the clouds of the East gather in their abundance
May they pass over the fields of the West
My heart speaks daily
My hands restrain love yet in the end it will overcome all.
Your words are carried on the winds of the monsoon
They arrive swiftly carrying new seeds
New generation of pollen and the best of the water’s beasts

copyright(c) Stephanie Osumba 2016