TRACES

Let me authenticate traces
Vestiges of life’s races
My soul is nothing but is
Au fait in its temple eases
Sojourn like a vase with decaying roses
A vase whose tawdry being finalizes
Traces of whom sprawls to floor
Bonny maiden made in heaven
Let me authenticate traces
Vestiges of life’s races
My body is your sod sodden
Sodden with words teamed with adoration
Solace whom eternally grateful
Occults shared to measure
Imbibe for generations to manifest
As winter’s mutational, is my heart
Which trudge as the debilitated sun’s heat
Traces of love wrinkled façade remains
Let me authenticate traces
Vestiges of life’s races
Looking back the majestic valleys
Holy trinity be my witness
I thank thee, which bore thee
With such vociferation, which borne thee
Like the wind huffily beneath the celestial bird
To higher plains of sweet imbues
Let me authenticate traces
Vestiges of life’s races
My mind shall transcend even in dotage
To such traces of glorified splendor

By Linda Sakazi Thwala