A STANDING OVATION

Here we stand, upon an ovation
Life begins here and ends here
Thespians, in it through I hear
We stand on the mountain top
Our eyes bright as light on crop
Shaven mystic Buddha’s monk
It is a shimmering aspect bonk
A journey into the indefinite
A saintly phase to the infinite
Looking up to its reincarnation
To it, death of flesh is real fusion
This is the one unnamed melody
The past, present, the prospect
We stand to wipe our hearts free
Change ways of life in live verse
Its embrace as strong as mason
It is all that’s in ire array rhythm
We have forgotten how it traces
Here we stand, upon a sod stage
Eye in eye we stand upon a phrase
Life begins here and it ends here
Thespians in it through, I hear
Here we stand, upon an ovation
We forever stand, a child remain
A child remain; a standing ovation

By Linda Sakazi Thwala

Linda Sakazi Thwala