Rosalina - Michael Slory

The beads of your eyes

are crystal clear,

clearer than rain water,

quieter than a creek in the bush,

where only the wind comes to doze

under the branches.

Rosalina,

does your voice store so much gold,

that even the moon pulls in its breath

for fright?

Keep me within the span of your hand,

anchor me firmly to your boat,

tie the line fast

which now you let sink in the water,

where we'll melt into one life,

one love.

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Michaël Arnoldus Slory [also used the pseudonym Asjantenoe Sangodare] (1935 - 2018) Suriname

Source: Go Barbados