the sun sets the platform
where a pantomime of omnipresent ideas
conquer life's desolate stages...

sunset pauses the pursuit of desires
and pages time towards the climax of fantasies and after-shock of nightmares...

freedom rides sun rays,
dances with noon
and patiently waits to free us
when we enslave ourselves
in night cells.

selling our souls
with hopes of being used
for what we think we're worth
and not the values that make us look unworthy.

the sun sets reality in motion,
evokes our memories
and through what isn't
we find the true meaning
of what it means to Be free.

© Bulumko Nyamezele

day 3 | 17 August 2011