Now that my mind Flies by Albert Chimedza

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Now that my mind flies

With the power of the wings of a gull

Now that the sea

Has taken on a most disconsolate air

And now that the harsh winds

Of a storm from some place unknown

Speak out in anguish and tremble

The soft grass in its seaside bed

Now that you are standing next to me

Grafted in my mind

At this cliff’s edge where all around me

Is whispering death death death.

You are not here and the dreaded moment has come

I the accused am the judge

The assembled jury has taken on a most solemn air

What is there left but to turn around and run

Thereby cheating death yet another time?

Now that there is reticence

That freezes the warm rays of the retiring sun

Now that you will stay and I will go

I fighting to forget and you to remember

How can I look you in the eye and brace myself to say;

Now is the day the moment and the place

Take your pieces of gold and run?