Sunday, 27 December 2009

The dream

By Tiyamike Kathewera

She walked the other side of the road
Engrossed in beauty untold
My nerves rattled
I had never seen such beauty before
A bold face I wore
She smiled back
Nay, her man followed behind

If wishes were horses
Poor I would have ridden
I heard the voice
It was my mother
Damn, I had been dreaming