Refusal
Refusal to see
Your beauty is like the stars
Being blind to their shine.
Craft
The world is quiet, holing itself away,
Writing, reading, playing, singing,
becoming a butterfly while in this involuntary cocoon.
We sit behind doors and sit behind gates,
Mastering a craft and honing ourselves,
awaiting the opportunity to shine.
So, when we find our way out of the cage,
through the bars, around the walls we find ourselves in,
the world would have rested its weary, travel worn legs,
ready to fly, ready to shine,
brimming with confidence like the world
was always meant to be mine.
Prayer
The sun left a letter in the sky
for the moon to find,
a letter of love, hope.
With desire that soon they
may share the same sky again in the day
when the moon felt out of place.
Dim, dry and away from the light
those sunlit moon days were all the sun could cherish
in the monotonous chain of existence.
The sun hoped and prayed for the moon
to spend those fleeting moments in view,
shining with the darkness that always lit the night sky.
Hoping, saying a prayer, the sun set for the night,
wishing to see moon at tomorrow's first light.
I'm sun, you're moon. I hope to see you soon.
© Uwais Coetzee
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Matric 2018
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