Ngiculela

The vision from the mind

Enters the eyes

From the soul

Tongue waits

The heart must beat

Hold its weight

In fours

Red passing veins

An everlasting rhythm

Every chamber

A flush

A rush

When the spirit is one

In place

And you are ready

The tongue is free

For remember

The vision from a soul

Electrifies all

Those of

tomorrow and of future memories

–

With love,

Thank you

–

Your Dad