A heart's horizon shimmers wanderlust <br />Where aches an acre's trail of dripping sand; <br />Have sorrowed plains forgot their sorrow's dust - <br />The fine remains of loss that line this land? <br />My Serengeti hourglass - once and now - <br />Espied the peace I felt, yet spills its change <br />And buries all I built that sands allow <br />An Eden-dweller fated to estrange. <br />The eager flight's impermanent incline <br />Is ended not by height, but choice to soar; <br />We rise and fall by wings upon our spine, <br />Till days of wonder dare to dawn no more. <br /> <br />Will aught now grow in Africa as strong <br />As that to which I long to e'er belong? <br /> <br />© S.E.S<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/africa-12/
