Garth Rakumakoe

The Wind Knows

In the calm, invisible stare

of silence on a breeze-less day

I wonder, is this clarity a sprout?

Is it a fruit, borne of contentment?

an ominous sign maybe

 

Has the troubled wind wept to sleep?

Does peace abound

the vacant visitor\'s chair?

of hearts\' feeble whispers

or is it a victory to deceit?

 

Throughout the chapters of ages

the wind has told

all prophecies of time

To us it is better acquainted

better than you and I

 

The wind knows him by name

our love child of selfish passions

pretenses, hatred and affection feigned

When we trusted, when we betrayed

It knows our daily aimless stray

between darkness and light

and hosts the most hidden of secrets

rumors and truths, dead and alive

 

From the murmurs of souls and spirits

in the wind they confide

for what better trusted a friend

than one merely passing by?

 

Amid the blizzards of life

it shields the candle and bears omen

A redemption hope for the night

the eve the savior comes

Needing no sun and no moon

all sin hurricanes meet its eye

 

We see its turmoil of dust

and witness the tug of contemplation

when its innermost being lights aflame

only to call this uproar in its swirl

but a windy day