A Man Called David Mungoshi
My curiosity set out to find a man so praised. Will they cry for us when we are gone? Will they long for our presence and ponder our words after our souls depart Who am I that I should know such a man as you – overflowing in wisdom – a rich spring of restorative lyric you have wandered ground I am yet to tread. My youthfulness know nothing of the places you have scribed and lived. A papyrus painting – a scripted paradise that brings respite in death and bloodshed I know you now, Perhaps I always have. What does it however matter – what matters, is that I can easily find you, to talk about time passing, and not wasting a single moment Like you I too will wait patiently on that ship that carries my bounty of riches And nurse very carefully the flickers of hope in my heart I will reach for you through the glassy visions of the river that cleanses the soul from shards of war At that haven where I can “ dream what I will” The refuge where my “ dreams will