Mulanje and the sky
By Parson Thru
A tracery of deepest black
Set amongst the mystery of light and dark
A mile above the plain the forest holds its breath
Silence weighs upon the night
I envy you your place rooted in this rock
Above the living and the dead
Beneath the canopy of stars
Do they see me pause?
Or listen to these musings?
Do they hear the music in my head?
The air chills my skin
I’d linger until morning steals the dream
but sense the jungle watching