Life is life
Life is life, life’s no politics
But a strange, pulsing bloom
Whose mysteries a lifetime unsolved are;
Nor can they be by one pair of eyes,
One mind be known.
Life’s a liquid bird note call,
The scent of orchid in bloom,
A mysterious night flower unfolding,
A dream with beginning and end-
Going trillion miles between.
Life’s a living moving river
An ocean caught up in wind,
Life’s the soft sunlight in the morning
The blaze of noonday heat,
The dusk with bird and bat call,
Moonscape with stars twinkling aloft;
Life’s a wondrous open dream,
That I will dare to dream this day.
© GayUganda 05 April 2008